Queen of the Pines

If only I had change for a dollar

Not a change of heart, lacking a quarter

From where I’m standing, lost among the cedars

Have pity on me

Queen of the pines

Scattered and broken, discarded like clothing

Remnants of dreams outgrown and torn

Grasping at saplings to hold against this storm

Have pity on mine

Queen of the pines

At night I can hear the bodies of angels

Crashing through branches that won’t break their fall

From my little window watching the world fall apart

Have pity on me

Queen of the pines

From deep in this valley where the river runs dark

And the cedars usurp the very rights of the sun

I’ll light a small candle for a world that’s gone blind

Have pity on me

Queen of the pines

At night I can hear a choir of bloodhounds

Wise to the smell of fear on the ground

From deep in this valley no solace or refuge

Have pity on me

Queen of the pines