Imaginary Wars

Behind the house where I lived Back when I was a kid I played G.I. Joe beneath the tall pine trees I'd fight imaginary wars 'Til my mom called from our back porch And I'd come home covered in that pine pitch From my head down to my knees Too big to wrap my arms around Surely older than I could count Must have been there since the Mayflower crossed the sea They'd been through blizzards and hurricanes Summer droughts and freezing rain Them pines would live forever At least that's how it seemed to me CHORUS: Now what's become of the old pine woods It's all gone and there's a brand new neighborhood All for a buck they cut down all those trees They subdivided all of my fondest memories