I know place in a pasture, where
I often go and dwell, for there
I meet an ol’ time friend o’ mine,
King o’ the wood, The Whisperin’ Pine.
I like to lie on his bed o’ spills,
And hear the sound that soothes and thrills;
And hectorin’ things all up and go,
When he ‘gins a-whisperin’ sweet and low.
I like to watch the crows wing down,
To nestin’ young in the ol’ king’fl crown;
And when the sheep and lambkins lie
At his feet, and drowsily sigh,
It kinder makes me feel at ease,
‘Cause all the things that plague and tease,
Skip away, and hearts entwine,
Under the spell o’ The Whisperin’ Pine.
When winter comes and drift snows fall,
I like to hear the ol’ king call,
Whisperin’, whisperin’, full o’ cheer,
Tales of a new and better year.
He tells me how to live and do,
To swap the ol’ man for the new,
As swap he does his needles fine,
For a new and better whisperin’ pine.
NATHAN APPLETON TEFFT
MADE IN THE
JORDAN-FROST PRINT SHOP
BANGOR, MAINE 1924