verse 1
Wind that carries flame, through an open plane
Making warm the cold, consuming the grain
Flickering autumn frost, ever counting cost
Crackling pine cones bloom, in midst of loss
chorus
Lord, if there’s a silver lining,
if any hope in these skies
Let my faint, tear-dimmed eyes,
behold, behold, Fresh Pines
verse 2
Behold what little flame, forest all ablaze
Ash and ember talk and speak of shame
