As I wind down the pines
It's the lines on your face
Playing on your face
Without thinking so much
As abandoning thought
I went through open country
Over water meadows streams
Lakes and wires and roosts in reeds
To a nest in the hole of
This dead
Tree.
To play without stopping or pause
Not for silence not for applause
Not without thinking
And thinking's abandoning thought
As I wind down the pines
It's the lines on your face
Playing on your face
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written by BAKER, ROBERT / DOWNIE, GORDON / FAY, JOHNNY / LANGLOIS, JOSEPH PAUL / SINCLAIR, ROBERT GORDON
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