There’s a tree in the yard,  
A sturdy little pine,  
Placed to remind me of a life, 
So close to mine. So close to mine. 

Following the seasons,  
Leaving needles on the ground,  
Yet dressed in a green nowhere else 
To be found. To be found. To be found 

Little Pine Palace  For the wildlife around,  
Offering shelter to more wings That I can count.  
Little Pine Palace,  you make me so still,  
Will I be fine here? I guess I will. 

It’s my place to be  
When I need to understand  
That sorrow and comfort can go hand in hand 
I bet they go hand in hand. 

And I will collect whatever memories remain
The love that I feel 
It will always be the same
Just the same, and never in vain 

Little Pine Palace  For the wildlife around,  
Offering shelter to more wings Than I can count.  
Little Pine Palace  you make me so still,  
Will I be fine here? I guess I will.

Little Pine Palace  you make me so blue,  
And in some distant future  I’ll be one next to you