The evergreens and the pine trees,
The dark and comforting shades of green,
Were the only things I had left from home,
Keeping me from feeling alone.
The scent of fur and the scent of pine,
The crackle of the fire burning inside,
All intoxicating scents for me to breath,
But the only things letting me not leave.
I'd miss the roads, the songs, the snow,
The winter chill through the window,
But the evergreens and pines around me now
Held the home I care about.
So I held on to the branches of the tree,
And I felt it hold back on to me.
And I breathed in a breath of fresh air,
And knew home would find me anywhere.