|(0224xx) _ _ _ |_ _ _ | She's my knotty_ pine__  she leans_ with_ the wind__ She cries_  turpen_-tine_  Sometimes_ she nettles_ me_ but I don't_ mind_ Only now_  and then_ When_ her branches bend beneath the snow_ She's knotty_ but nice_  rea_-ching for_ the sky_ She don't like_ snow or_ ice_ To leave things as they stand_ is my_ advice_ She's been good_ to me_ So I_ tend to go_  there when I_ can_ |__ | _ __ |_ _ _ | She's my knotty_ pine__ such_ a pretty_ scene__ She tries_ to be kind_ She gives_ birds a home_ and shelters_ them_ In her coat of_ green_ She's_ as green_ as ever_-green can be_     She's a real_ delight_  when little_ breezes call_ To ruffle_ up her_ skin_ All_ her sap_  runs free and sticks to me_ Hidden_ deep within_ I_ will be_ her slave eter_-nally_      |__ | _ __ |_ _ _ |__ |_ _ _ | She's my knotty_ pine_  sun-light in her_ hair_ By_ the serpen_-tine_ Though she is_ in_-depen_ -dent_ I don't_ mind_ Standing o_ -ver there_ Just beyond_  that maple_ on the right_   She's knotty_ but wise_  she holds_ her an_-ger in_ Trees are her disguise_ Cones_ are taking_ root_ before my eyes_ Find them if you can_ Among_ her boughs_ she keeps them out of sight_ |__ | _ __ |_ _ _ |__ | |_ _ _  | _ __ |_ _ _ | She's my knotty_ pine__  she leans_ with_ the wind__ She cries_ turpen_-tine_ Sometimes_ she nettles_ me_ but I don't_ mind_ Only now_  and then_ When_ her branches bend beneath the snow_ |__  | _ __ |_ _ _ |__ | |_ _ _  |__  |_ _ _  |_ _ _  | |__ | _ _ _ _  |