before i leave let me tell you why i m going and try to speak in such a way that you won t be afraid of listening too many words been spoke without no understanding and i d hate to add another wound to the times we had good loving but oh when i think of the tall pine trees growing the silver mists of snow all around me blowing i ll miss the gentle times and the fireplace a warming perhaps i ll turn my head away to hide the tears a falling some say i have dishonored you through foolishness and folly the question s not in where that lies but if you re standing by me i do not need to hear the words to know your truthful answer your eyes that once were home to me now tell me i m a stranger but oh when i think of the tall pine trees growing the silver mists of snow all around me blowing i ll miss the gentle times and the fireplace a warming perhaps i ll turn my head away to hide the tears a falling i m bound to be a wanderer i ll never take another i ll catch a merchant ship tonight and sail to foreign waters i ll judge no man for what he s done and no man will i bother and i hope to find some peace again and cleanse my soul of anger but oh when i think of the tall pine trees growing the silver mists of snow all around me blowing i ll miss the gentle times and the fireplace a warming perhaps i ll turn my head away to hide the tears a falling