
By the Stump of the Old Pine Tree Bob Miller (Ft. Gene Autry)
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You all have heard the story about the old Pine tree
They cut down and cut my heart away
To you it’s just a story but what it means to me
The tears are falling as I kneel and pray
But the stump of the old pine tree there’s the grave of my bride to be
In her coffin unlined that they cut from the pine
There’s she sleeps night and day peacefully
I have carved our two hearts again
On that stump but it’s all in vain
And my tears dim the roses on the grave that part of me
By the stump of the old pinе tree
The moon has lost its glory, the stars don’t shine so bright
Sincе angels took my Sweetheart from me
Oh Night Wind take my story to heaven on your flight
And tell her that I’m praying constantly
But the stump of the old pine tree there’s the grave of my bride to be
In her coffin unlined that they cut from the pine
There’s she sleeps night and day peacefully
I have carved our two hearts again
On that stump but it’s all in vain
Oh I wish God had called me too instead of leaving me
Bu the stump of the old pine tree
They cut down and cut my heart away
To you it’s just a story but what it means to me
The tears are falling as I kneel and pray
But the stump of the old pine tree there’s the grave of my bride to be
In her coffin unlined that they cut from the pine
There’s she sleeps night and day peacefully
I have carved our two hearts again
On that stump but it’s all in vain
And my tears dim the roses on the grave that part of me
By the stump of the old pinе tree
The moon has lost its glory, the stars don’t shine so bright
Sincе angels took my Sweetheart from me
Oh Night Wind take my story to heaven on your flight
And tell her that I’m praying constantly
But the stump of the old pine tree there’s the grave of my bride to be
In her coffin unlined that they cut from the pine
There’s she sleeps night and day peacefully
I have carved our two hearts again
On that stump but it’s all in vain
Oh I wish God had called me too instead of leaving me
Bu the stump of the old pine tree
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