Mother mother I am dying
Lying here among the pine trees,
Pining for her arms and sighing
Here alone amidst the pine trees.

Father father please advise me
As I sit beneath a pine tree,
How to seek her hand more wisely,
Lure her out beneath my pine tree.

Lord dear Lord I love the crisp scent
Floating here among your pine trees.
Soon I hope to pitch my tent
Upon the needles of the pine trees.

Love my love, I want to have you
Underneath the pines at midnight.
Stretch my skin on top of yours, and
Lie together until dawn’s light.