Paroles
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
