| D | |
| The | snowflakes fall, it's winter's call |
| G | D | |
| And | time just seems to | fly |
| G | |
| Is it the loneli- | ness in me |
| D | A7 | D | |
| That | makes me | wanta | cry |
| My heart is sad like a mourning dove |
| G | D | |
| That's | lost it's mate in | flight |
| G | |
| Hear the cooin' of his | lonely heart |
| D | A7 | D | |
| Through the | stillness | of the | night. |
| CHORUS |
| A7 | |
| Whisperin' | Pines, Whisperin' Pines |
| G | D | |
| Tell me is it | so |
| A7 | |
| Whisperin' | Pines, Whisperin' Pines |
| G | D | |
| You're the one whwho | knows |
| A7 | |
| My darlin's | gone, oh, she's gone |
| G | D | |
| And I | need your sym-pa- | thy |
| Whisperin' Pines |
| G | D | A7 | D | |
| Send my | baby | back to | me. |
| See that squirrel up in the tree |
| His mate there on the ground |
| Hear their barking call of love |
| >From the happiness they've found |
| Is my love still my love? |
| Oh, this I've gotta know |
| Send a message by the wind |
| Because I love her so. |
| CHORUS |