In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines, You’ll shiver when the cold wind blows. There’s a grave in the pines where the sun never shines 
There’s a grave that’s shaded, with the pines 
My true love lies ina narrow grave, In the pines, where the sun never shines. The snow lies deep on true love’s grave, In the pines, in the pines, in the pines. 
We used to sit and tell of our love In the pines, where the sun never shines. But now she’s gone like the turtle dove, In the pines, in the pines, in the pines. 
That icy grave that lives on the hill, I know she’s cold up there. I loved her dearer than all the world, For there never was one so fair. 
I’m an old-time rounder who’s done done down, This life is blank to me, For the only girl I ever loved Was taken away from me. I have my friends, I have my foes, But life to me is blind. She’s sleeping now in a cold dark grave, In the pines, in the pines, in the pines. 
I’m going away but I won’t come back, On a lonesome railroad line. But I can’t forget that lonesome little girl, Who sleeps, in the pines, in the pines. 
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