Crown The Pines - S. Carey

I am in love with this place

But I fear for its grace

Shoot the sky

Opens up like the sea

And the resinous high

Bloodlines and divines

Will my kids see the trees?

Will the glen fall on me?

(Down here we’re careless and we’re primal

Where I learned to be a light at dusk

Down here we’re careless and we’re primal

Where I learned to be a light at dusk)

Crown the pines

I worship the sound

Mother cliffs

Adorn it, the ground

Spread the sand, my father’s land