The Widow In The Pines

© Copyright 2025 Cloacina Lyrics: I woke to the sound of a crow on the sill Black as the night That never did end The wind from the ridge was callin’ again And the trees They leaned in like they knew They say don’t go walkin’ where the pines grow thick Where the fog don’t rise Till the sun is gone But he went And he never came home. So I wait And I watch And I sew There’s a chair by the fire That still holds his coat I ain’t touched it No Not in twelve cold moons The kettle hisses Then settles real low Like it’s speakin’ But I don’t catch the words They say don’t go walkin’ where the pines grow thick Where the fog don’t rise Till the sun is gone But he went And he never came home So I wait And I watch And I sew Mama said dreams can slip through the trees They take the shape Of what you miss most If that’s true Then I reckon I sleep Right beside him Most every night Don’t go... Where the pines grow thick... Don’t follow a voice You knew in the light The woods don’t care for grief nor vows They’ll keep what they take Every time I ain’t left this porch since the frost took the ground And if he’s out there still… He knows the way home