Echoes in the Pines
We met down by the river where the pines kiss the sky
You had a smile that could light up the night
We'd smoke on some kush as the fireflies danced
Didn't need much more than a slow southern romance
Echoes in the pines, they whisper your name (in) (the) (pines)
In the rustling leaves and the summer rain (leaves) (summer rain)
Those nights were ours, but now they're gone (gone) (gone)
Like the morning mist at the break of dawn (break of) (dawn) (dawn)
The old dirt road still leads me back to that place
Where your laughter filled the air, and time moved with grace
But now I walk alone, with memories that sting
And the echoes of the past that the pine trees sing
Echoes in the pines, they whisper your name (in) (the) (pines)
In the rustling leaves and the summer rain (leaves) (summer rain)
Those nights were ours, but now they're gone (gone) (gone)
Like the morning mist at the break of dawn (break of) (dawn) (dawn)
The old dirt road still leads me back to that place
Where your laughter filled the air, and time moved with grace
But now I walk alone, with memories that sting
And the echoes of the past that the pine trees sing
Echoes in the pines, they whisper your name (in) (the) (pines)
In the rustling leaves and the summer rain (leaves) (summer rain)
Those nights were ours, but now they're gone (gone) (gone)
Like the morning mist at the break of dawn (break of) (dawn) (dawn)
You had a smile that could light up the night
We'd smoke on some kush as the fireflies danced
Didn't need much more than a slow southern romance
Echoes in the pines, they whisper your name (in) (the) (pines)
In the rustling leaves and the summer rain (leaves) (summer rain)
Those nights were ours, but now they're gone (gone) (gone)
Like the morning mist at the break of dawn (break of) (dawn) (dawn)
The old dirt road still leads me back to that place
Where your laughter filled the air, and time moved with grace
But now I walk alone, with memories that sting
And the echoes of the past that the pine trees sing
Echoes in the pines, they whisper your name (in) (the) (pines)
In the rustling leaves and the summer rain (leaves) (summer rain)
Those nights were ours, but now they're gone (gone) (gone)
Like the morning mist at the break of dawn (break of) (dawn) (dawn)
The old dirt road still leads me back to that place
Where your laughter filled the air, and time moved with grace
But now I walk alone, with memories that sting
And the echoes of the past that the pine trees sing
Echoes in the pines, they whisper your name (in) (the) (pines)
In the rustling leaves and the summer rain (leaves) (summer rain)
Those nights were ours, but now they're gone (gone) (gone)
Like the morning mist at the break of dawn (break of) (dawn) (dawn)
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Writer(s): Trevor J. Brown
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