The summer breeze smells like Christmas trees,
My shoes smell bad as turpentine.
When I'm walking there I can float in the air

On that little ol' path through the pines.
Now I've been told there are streets of gold,
Oh how they sparkle and they shine, shine, shine,

But they can't compete when I set my feet
On that little ol' path through the pines.


Through the pines (through the pines)
Through the pines (through the pines)
That little ol' path through the pines.

No they can't compete when I set my feet
On that little ol' path through the pines.


The man in the moon is a big balloon
Rising on the ridge at suppertime
Whistle and smile I'll be there in a while

On that little ol' path through the pines.

Through the pines (through the pines)

Through the pines (through the pines)
That little ol' path through the pines.
Whistle and smile I'll be there in a while

On that little ol' path through the pines.

Katie kissed a frog that was sitting on a log

Hoping for a handsome prince to find,
But her hair turned green and the frog began to scream
On that little ol' path through the pines.


Through the pines (through the pines)
Through the pines (through the pines)

That little ol' path through the pines.
But her hair turned green and the frog began to scream
On that little ol' path through the pines.

Whistle and smile I'll be there in a while
On that little ol' path through the pines.