Under These Pines

All I need is a little more time
A little more luck and a little more wine
And one more night under these pines with you
I'm not asking to be a big star
To have a big house
Or a shiny new car
Just one more night in these ponderosa pines with you

And that cold mountain air
Spoke right to my soul
Said "I know that you need more of me
And I know that you know
And that pretty girl beside you
She knows it just as well
'Cause she saw you sitting down there
At the river by yourself"
Monday morning, can't you wait another day

All I need is to feel those embers
And to hear that creek, to help me remember
How lucky I am to be under these pines at all
And there's no question that I've had it pretty good
To grow up in this place, and to roam around these woods
But I need one more night under these pines with you

And that cold mountain air
Cuts right to the heart of the matter
Doesn't matter what it is
It gets under your skin
Then invites you on in
Man I could sure get used to feeling like this
Monday morning can't you wait another day
Monday morning can't you wait another day