Found some lyrics for Rittmo from FAWM of this year called Pine Trees. Tried to stay as close to the lyrics as Rittmo wrote them, but required a few small changes to make it fit my music.

For completeness, here are his lyrics as written and posted on fhe FAWM 2013 site. Hopefully he would have liked the small changes, especially the repeats at the end. Somehow it seemed fitting. The lyrics as per the track are included after.

Pine Trees'

pine trees never change
perhaps in winter they grow greener
with a hint of grey in the fall
but the perception remains
come snow, come sun, come rain
pine trees never change

most times I stand tall and stout
unwavering, apparently unchanging
but my autumn leaves fall softer
much like my thoughts of her
mother time, a thief and a gift giver
every fever more fiery, yet I still tingle & shiver

at the site of you
your greenish blues
time can't erase
your inner grace
time can't change
my pining for you

when I look out at distant horizons
and I visualize the future
I see couples walking pine lined trails
and the aroma of pine cones are telling a tale
of lovers of an era gone by
the sweet song, of you and I

mother time, a thief and a gift giver
every fever more fiery, yet I still tingle & shiver

at the site of you
your greenish blues

rittmo'
Lyrics:

Pine trees never change
Perhaps in the winter they grow greener
With a hint of grey in the fall
But perceptions remain
Come snow, come sun, come rain
Pine trees never change

Most times I stand tall and stout
Unwavering, apparently unchanging
But my autumn leaves fall softer
Much like my thoughts of her
Mother time, a thief, and gift giver
Every fever more fiery, yet I tingle and shiver

At the sight of you
Your greenish blues
Time cannot erase
Your inner grace
Time can't change
My pining for you

Pine trees never change
Perhaps in winter they grow greener
With a hint of grey in the fall
But perceptions remain
Come snow, come sun, come rain
Pine trees never change

I look out at distant horizons
And visualize the future
Couples walk in pine lined trails
Aroma of pine cones tell a tale
Of lovers in an era gone by
The sweet song of you and I

Mother time, a thief and gift giver
Every fever more fiery still I tingle and shiver
At the sight of you
Your greenish blues
Time can't erase
Your inner grace
Time can't change
My pining for you

Lovers of an era gone by
The sweet song of you and I
Lovers in an era gone by
The sweet song of you and I
You and I