[Verse] The whistle blows, the day unwinds, Sawdust dances in the fading lines, The work slows down and silence grows, Between the pines where the pine scent flows. [Pre-Chorus] And in the hush of evening’s glow, There’s something only wefolk know— [Chorus] The smell of pine, it’s calling me, Like home spun stories and mystery, When the sawmill sleeps, the night’s so fine, Wrapped up in the smell of pine. [Verse] The timber stacks stand tall and still, Echoes fade beyond the hill, With every breath, I’m pulled inside That fragrant place where memories hide. [Pre-Chorus] And as the stars begin their climb, That scent takes hold, so sweet, sublime— [Chorus] The smell of pine, it’s calling me, Like home spun stories and mystery, When the sawmill sleeps, the night’s so fine, Wrapped up in the smell of pine. [Bridge] Underneath the twilight’s spell, The woods know all the tales we tell, A quiet peace, a soft embrace, In every pine-scented space. [Chorus] The smell of pine, it’s calling me, Like home spun stories and mystery, When the sawmill sleeps, the night’s so fine, Wrapped up in the smell of pine. [Chorus] The smell of pine, it’s calling me, Like home spun stories and mystery, When the sawmill sleeps, the night’s so fine, Wrapped up in the smell of pine. [Outro] Yes, wrapped up in the smell of pine.