Stone over concrete beneath my two feet,

Way upon a mountain side thats where id rather be.

Oh wont you let that solid ground, hold me now?

wont you let that solid ground hold me now?

living in the city town, i can hardly breathe,

ten thousand people moving every week.

oh how can anybody breathe around so many?

how can anybody breathe around so many?

so wont you bury me, beneath the pine trees?

and you know i love the way they smell.

let me grow high into the canopy,

where ill be waiting, when you come for me.

if i had a dollar bill, baby we would take it,

pack up all our valuables and

baby we would make it all over some mountain range

oh my honey dear count up all our change

so you can bury me underneath the pine trees

let me grow high into the canapy

where you can go, when you come for me.

they say that time will heal anything, that comes your way.

19 long years im waiting here today

i aint find no solid ground, to hold me down

i aint find no solid ground, to hold me now

so you can bury me, beneath the pine trees,

cause you know i love the way they smell

let me grow high into the canopy

where ill be waiting when you come for me.