Tomorrow's Darling

"Hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags, 
I've come to know that memories
Were the best things you ever had
The summer shone beat down on bony backs
So far from home where the ocean stood 
Down dust and pine cone tracks
We slept like dogs down by the fire side
Awoke to the fog where all around us
The bloom of summertime
We stood
Steady as the stars in the woods
So happy-hearted
And the warmth rang true inside these bones
As the old pine fell we sang 
Just to bless the morning." Ben Howard, Old Pine