We all went out underneath the alder tree And in alder shade we spoke so carefully But way back against the knotted pines It was dim, and things grew honest then Under the pines Now all of the tendons of the world are loosed And in the dark light of pine we spoke the truth Yes way back, oh things grew honest then Paths diverge into the boring mist Under the pines
We all went out underneath the alder tree And in alder shade we spoke so carefully But way back against the knotted pines It was dim, and things grew honest then Under the pines Now all of the tendons of the world are loosed And in the dark light of pine we spoke the truth Yes way back, oh things grew honest then Paths diverge into the boring mist Under the pines
