[Verse] The fog rolled in, thick as a widow’s veil, Underneath the pines where the ground turned pale. Johnny carved his name in a tree near the creek, Said, "For liberty, though the cost looks bleak." [Chorus] Whispered in the pines, the ghosts still roam, Fighting for a land they’d never call home. Freedom ain’t free, it’s blood and bones, Whispered in the pines, where the lost dreams grow. [Verse 2] Martha lit a candle in the cabin’s cold, Prayed for her boy, just fifteen years old. A musket’s roar echoed through the hills, She wept in the silence that war always fills. [Prechorus] The stars and stripes weren’t stitched in gold, But in tears and fire, stories untold. [Chorus] Whispered in the pines, the ghosts still roam, Fighting for a land they’d never call home. Freedom ain’t free, it’s blood and bones, Whispered in the pines, where the lost dreams grow. [Bridge] Cannon fire fades, but the scars don’t heal, The promises made, they still feel real. Johnny’s name remains on that old oak tree, A reminder of the price of being free.
