Way up in the mountains on the high timberline
there's a twisted old tree called the bristlecone pine
the wind there it's bitter and cut's like a knife
And keeps that tree holding on for dear life
Hold on it does standing it's ground
Standing as empires rise and fall down
When Jesus was gathering lambs to his fold
The tree was already a thousand years old
Now the way I have lived there is no way to tell
when I die if I'm going to heaven or hell
so when I'm laid to rest it'll suite me just fine
to sleep at the feet of the Bristlecone Pine
And as I would slowly return to this earth
What little this body of mine might be worth
It'd soon start to nourish the roots of that tree
And it would partake of the essence of me
And who knows but that as the century's turn
A small spark in me might continue to burn
As long as the sun does continue to shine
Down on the limbs of the Bristlecone Pine
By the way I have lived there is no way to tell
When I die if I'm going to heaven or hell
But I'd just soon serve out eternity's time
Asleep at the feet of the Bristlecone Pine
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