In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
Well we go a'running when we want to hide
Away from the sky, away from the lights
Where the overgrown branches conceal what's inside
In the pines, in the pines, where I take my bride
No place is darker, and no place more still
We make love in the pines, in the shadow of the hill
I am left with your name, I am left with your form
Even left with your scent, even left with your wools
And at last in this fine and private place
In the pines, in the pines, we meet face to face
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
Where we go a'running when we want to hide
Away from the sky, away from the lights
Where the overgrown branches conceal what's inside
In the pines, in the pines, where I take my bride.