Knotty pine

She's my knotty pine, she leans with the wind.
She cries turpentine, sometimes she nettles me but I don't mind.
Only now and then when her branches lean beneath the snow, she's knotty but nice.
Reaching for the sky, she don't like snow and ice.
To leave things as they stand is my advice.
She's been good to me so I tend to go there when I can.

She's my knotty pine, such a pretty scene.
She tries to be kind, she gives birds a home and shelters them.
In her coat of green, she's as green as evergreen can be.
She's a real delight when little breezes call to ruffle up her skin,
all her sap runs free and sticks to me.
Hidden deep within, I will be her slave eternally.

She's my knotty pine, she leans with the wind.
She cries turpentine, sometimes she nettles me but I don't mind.
Only now and then when her branches lean beneath the snow.