Lyrics Pines - Abigail Lapell

Walk through the pines down the mountain, follow the signs
Shadow birds circle slow high above the powerlines

Smoke on the breeze
I've been talking to the trees
And I sing to the pines
Like the wind through the leaves

Snow in the valley and flashes of feathered light
Cold stars shining like diamonds in the night
Ghostly footsteps buried out of sight
Frozen on the hillside, silver and white

Wild river flows
No idea where it goes
But it sings to the pines
In a language no one knows