Слова песни Old Pine Ben Howard

Hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags,
I've come to know that memories
Were the best things you ever had.
The summer shone beat down on bony backs,
So far from home, where the ocean stood,
Down dust and pine cone tracks.
We slept like logs down by the fire side,
Awoke to the fog all around us,
The boom of summer time.

We stood,
Steady as the stars in the woods,
So happy-hearted,
And the warmth rang true inside these bones.
As the old pine fell, we sang
Just to bless the morning.

Hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags,
I've come to know the friends around you
Are all you'll always have.
Smoke in my lungs, or the echoed stone,
Careless and young, free as the birds that fly
With weightless souls now.

We stood,
Steady as the stars in the woods,
So happy-hearted,
And the warmth rang true inside these bones.
We stood,
Steady as the stars in the woods,
So happy-hearted,
And the warmth rang true inside these bones.
As the old pine fell, we sang
Just to bless the morning.

We grow, grow, steady as the morning,
We grow, grow, older still,
We grow, grow, happy as a new dawn,
We grow, grow, older still,
We grow, grow, steady as the flowers,
We grow, grow, older still,
We grow, grow, happy as a new dawn,
We grow, grow, older still.