In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shinesnWell we go a'running when we want to hidenAway from the sky, away from the lightsnWhere the overgrown branches conceal what's insidenIn the pines, in the pines, where I take my bridennNo place is darker, and no place more stillnWe make love in the pines, in the shadow of the hillnI am left with your name, I am left with your formnEven left with your scent, even left with your woolsnAnd at last in this fine and private placenIn the pines, in the pines, we meet face to facennIn the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shinesnWhere we go a'running when we want to hidenAway from the sky, away from the lightsnWhere the overgrown branches conceal what's insidenIn the pines, in the pines, where I take my bride.