Bristlecone Pine - Rumer, Lost Hollow

Way up in the mountains on the high timber line

There’s a twisted old tree called the Bristlecone Pine

The wind there is bitter, it cuts like a knife

And it keeps that tree holding on for dear life

But hold on it does, standing its ground

Standing as empires rise and fall down

When Jesus was gathering lambs to his fold

The tree was already a thousand years old

Now the way I have lived there ain’t no way to tell

When I die if I’m going to heaven or hell

So when I’m laid to rest it would suit me just fine

To sleep at the feet of the Bristlecone Pine

For as I would slowly return to the earth

What little this body of mine might be worth

Would soon start to nourish the roots of that tree

And it would partake of the essence of me And who knows but that as the centuries turn

A small spark of me might continue to burn

As long as the sun did continue to shine

Down on the limbs of the Bristlecone Pine

Now the way I have lived there ain’t no way to tell

When I die if I’m going to heaven or hell

So I’d just as soon serve out eternity’s time

Asleep at the feet of the Bristlecone Pine

Asleep at the feet of the Bristlecone Pine