Mossfyre

Lyrics

Lake Of 30 Pines
B. Gibson

Jenny was a pretender, Grew up west of the tracks
And I seem to remember, Sometimes she twisted the facts
But something this time is dodgy, Impending darkness dwelling here
Where the cypress gets boggy, Things seem to disappear

There’s a lake south of town, Maybe 80 feet deep
With an eerie pulsing sound You can feel through your feet
In the deep black woods, Was an odd green glow
13 nightingales were falling, In the chilling lake below


Chorus
South of Tallahassee is the lake of 30 pines
Tales of something in the trees
The Seminoles will swear that there’s something wicked there
When the sky blows wild as the sea

One chilly night in November, The thickness in the air felt strange
When Jenny found Melinda, She just wasn’t the same
Had a blank look in her eyes, Like there was nobody there
Then Jenny soon realized, She swam the lake on a dare

Jenny and Melinda vanished, Not a trace of where they are
Just a clue scribed in Spanish, In a strange clay jar
Unearthed from briars & blackberries, Dated 1629
Was a warning for the wary, Stay away from 30 pines

Chorus
South of Tallahassee is the lake of 30 pines
Tales of something in the trees
The Seminoles will swear that there’s something wicked there
When the sky blows wild as the sea
When the sky blows wild as the sea