VibeFoundry - Prophet of the Pines | Outlaw Rock

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Lyrics:
Out by the creek, where the tall grass sways,
Lives a man who don’t count his days.
Scars on his hands, a rifle by his side,
Whispers in the wind, where the truth can’t hide.

He’s the prophet of the pines, sees the storm before the rain,
Knows the cries of the earth, feels the sky’s old pain.
When the thunder rolls and the fire burns bright,
He’s the one who’ll stand in the dead of night.

Used to roam the world, fightin’ battles far from home,
Lost his soul in the noise, left his heart to roam.
Found his way back, to the woods and the dirt,
Now he reads the signs in the winds that hurt.

A crow on the fence, a shadow in the field,
Tornados whisper what the sky won’t yield.
Folks call him crazy, say his words are lies,
‘Til the earth splits open and the river dies.

He’s the prophet of the pines, sees the storm before the rain,
Knows the cries of the earth, feels the sky’s old pain.
When the thunder rolls and the fire burns bright,
He’s the one who’ll stand in the dead of night.

One dark night, when the sky turned black,
The town ignored his warning, no turning back.
He lit his lantern, grabbed his weathered gun,
Said, “If they won’t listen, I’ll be the one.”

He stood on the ridge as the wind tore through,
Held back the flood when the levee blew.
Saved a child from the roaring tide,
While the town watched in fear from the mountainside.

He’s the prophet of the pines, sees the storm before the rain,
Knows the cries of the earth, feels the sky’s old pain.
When the thunder rolls and the fire burns bright,
He’s the one who’ll stand in the dead of night.

Out by the creek, where the wild winds wail,
Stands the man who reads the pines' old tale.
Scars on his hands, and fire in his eyes,
The prophet of the pines, where the truth never dies.

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