the cooing of his lonely heart through the stillness of the night Chorus. Whispering pines, whispering pines, tell me is it so. Whispering pines, whispering pines, you're the one to know. My darling
There's a wildwood in the pines where the family used to gather. There's a little shady grove where they built a country church. They was singing in the ground. Baptisin' in the river. Glory
There's a wildwood in the pines where the family used to gather. There's a little shady grove where they built a country church. They was singing in the ground. Baptisin' in the river. Glory