Graveside in the Pines
A haunting dark country song with bluegrass roots on loss of a father. Banjo, resonator guitar, mandolin, brushed drums, and low cello tones. Dark male vocals carry grief and memory, ending with overlapping male voices in the finale.
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The screen door slapped, a sound I still hear
Just a whisper now, through the dust and the years
Mama always said, "He'll be back by sundown"
But the sun dipped low, and he wasn't around
[Chorus]
And the dirt in the jar, from the field he last plowed
Holds a silence deeper than any shroud
Every grain a memory, sharp and cold
A story of a man, brave and bold
[Verse 2]
His old work gloves, stiff on the shelf
Smell of pine and sweat, can't help myself
Pick 'em up sometimes, feel the worn-out leather
Wishing he was here, through all kinds of weather
[Prechorus]
The mandolin hangs silent, on the wall
Waiting for his touch, to answer its call
[Chorus]
And the dirt in the jar, from the field he last plowed
Holds a silence deeper than any shroud
Every grain a memory, sharp and cold
A story of a man, brave and bold
[Bridge]
The creek still flows, past the old oak tree
Where he taught me to fish, just him and me
The water runs on, but time stood still that day
When a piece of my world just washed away
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