Way down in Georgia
Way down the road
Come about the mornin
I'll be headed home
Goin to the mountain
of the Carolines
I'll get there before the sun falls
behind the tall white pine
Pine tree, pine tree
growin from the soil of Gallilee
Don't be scared now, don't be slow
If you don't go then the roots won't grow
When I was a child there
three feet out of school
and looked out on the valley
and dreamed the dreams I could
As the years passed by
my shadow grew so tall
you know the steps could I take
afraid that I would fall
Pine tree, pine tree
growin from the soil of Gallilee
Don't be scared now, don't be slow
If you don't go then the roots won't grow
Through the darkest rainfall
I have been kept dry
A steady hand to guide me
to the other side
When my dying day comes
bury me beside
the tallest of the pine trees
in the hills of Caroline
Pine tree, pine tree
growin from the soil of Gallilee
Don't be scared now, don't be slow
If you don't go then the roots won't grow
If you don't go then the roots won't grow
Pine tree, pine tree
growin from the soil of Gallilee
Don't be scared now, don't be slow
If you don't go then the roots won't grow