(Peter Yarrow)

Before I leave let me tell you why I'm going

And try to speak in such a way that you won't be afraid of listening

Too many words been spoke without no understanding

And I'd hate to add another wound to the times we had good loving.



But oh when I think of the tall pine trees growing

The silver mists of snow all around me blowing.

I'll miss the gentle times and the fireplace a'warming

Perhaps I'll turn my head away to hide the tears a'falling.



Some say I have dishonored you through foolishness and folly

The question not in where that lies but if you're standing by me.

I do not need to hear the words to know your truthful answer

Your eyes that once were home to me now tell me I'm a stranger.



But oh when I think of the tall pine trees growing

The silver mists of snow all around me blowing.

I'll miss the gentle times and the fireplace a'warming

Perhaps I'll turn my head away to hide the tears a'falling.



I'm bound to be a wanderer, I'll never take another

I'll catch a merchant ship tonight and sail to foreign waters

I'll judge no man for what he's done and no man will I bother

And I hope to find some peace again and cleanse my soul of anger



But oh when I think of the tall pine trees growing

The silver mists of snow all around me blowing.

I'll miss the gentle times and the fireplace a'warming

Perhaps I'll turn my head away to hide the tears a'falling.