Lyrics
I could not sit still in the city So I walked till the pavement gave out Where the pines stand in patient formation And nobody hurries about The clock in my chest keeps on racing But the forest has never heard of the time It lets the light in by the inch And it lets the long shadows climb The pines keep their own hours They rise when the frost lets go They hold the snow on their shoulders And they teach me to move slow Restless heart, rest your wings Under all these quiet things The pines keep their own hours And I'm learning mine, I'm learning mine There's a path that the deer made for nothing There's a stream that is talking in glass I have carried my hurry for years now Like a coat that I could not pass But the needles lie soft on the footsteps And the silence is wide as a hall I am setting my bags down at last here Beneath the tallest of all The pines keep their own hours They rise when the frost lets go They hold the snow on their shoulders And they teach me to move slow Restless heart, rest your wings Under all these quiet things The pines keep their own hours And I'm learning mine, I'm learning mine Let the evening take its time Let the lantern burn down low Not every road is a running Some of them are just a slow, slow, slow The pines keep their own hours They rise when the frost lets go They hold the snow on their shoulders And they teach me to move slow Restless heart, rest your wings Under all these quiet things The pines keep their own hours And I'm learning mine, I'm learning mine I'm learning mine Under the pines I'm learning mine