Standing on the ridge line 
Feel the time march by
Stillness and the silence 
Till the wind begins to cry 

2 miles high limbs scratch the sky
Green ember fire burns
Winters twisted sleep so long

Please don't die
Bristle Cone Pine
Please don't die
Bristle Cone Pine

Guarding all the ages
Of the high holy ground
 Long lives pass unnoticed 
As the sky turns stars around 



Bristlecone Pine

Just a few little tunes cooked up in the last couple of years. No, not a devil worshiper. 666 is my address. Really...

Bristlecone Pine

Dave @ 666