BORKE-AI - Whispering Pines Lyrics

In the whispering pines, where shadows dance so free
Old Joe's still whittling neat the ancient cedar tree
He hums a tune of yesteryears, and lost love's now gone
And strumming on his banjo, till the first light of the dawn

Down by the river, where the moss grows thick and green
Billy blows his pan flute, a sound so sharp and keen
Echoes through the valleys, where the foxes make their way
In the twilight's final breath, the night follows the day

Hey, hey, music flows like rivers run
Hey, hey, till the day's work's done
Faster now, the rhythm takes a winding turn
Through the whispering pine, where the heart does yearn

Under the moonlit sky, where stars' light scatters seeds
The tales of olden times, the wind it still recedes
Ready by the fire, her voice a haunting call
Of love and loss, and battles fought in autumn's fall

Flames that flicker, and shadows start to sway
Ancient tales are woven tight, like a hunter's prey
In this dance of life and death, we all play our parts
But the music finds us close, in this world of hearts

Across the fields of amber, where the wild flowers grow
Liza dances barefoot to a tune she used to know
Her laughter is the melody, that carries through the grave
In the rhythm of the night, forever shall it wave

Hey, hey, music flows like rivers run
Hey, hey, till the day's work's done
Faster now, the rhythm takes a winding turn
Through the whispering pine, where the heart does yearn

Hey, hey, music flows like rivers run
Hey, hey, till the day's work's done
Faster now, the rhythm takes a winding turn
Through the whispering pine, where the heart does yearn

Hey, hey, music flows like rivers run
Hey, hey, till the day's work's done
Faster now, the rhythm takes a winding turn
Through the whispering pine, where the heart does yearn

Hey
Under the moonlit sky, with stars like scattered seeds
The tales of olden times, the wind it still receives
Gratties by the fire, her voice a haunting call

Of love and loss, and battle's fog, and autumn's fall