Pine Tree
Sarah Siskund
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Way down in Georgia, Way down in Rome,
Come around the mornin', I'll be headed home.
Goin' to the mountains, of the Carolines.
I'll get there before the sun falls, behind the tallest pine.
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Pine tree, pine tree, growin' from the soil of Galilee.
Don't be scared now, don't be slow. If you don't go the roots won't grow.
When I was a child there, three feet I stood.
I looked out on the valley, and dreamed the dreams I could.
As the years passed by, my shadow grew so tall.
No steps could I take, afraid that I would fall.
Well through the darkest rainfall, I have been kept dry.
A steady hand has guided me, to the other side.
When my dying day comes, bury me beside,
The tallest of the pine trees, in the hills of Caroline.