“A Hunters Life”
When hunting season approaches once more
And the leaves fall to the ground
I'll pick up my bow
Off to the woods I'll go
And the leaves fall to the ground
Around the hill and over the dell
Slip to the valley below
Twisting and turning
The trails got me yearning
Slip to the valley below
Come tag along, the hunters journey
Goes 'til the evening sun
And the birds beat wings
Then the cricket sings
Goes 'til the evening sun
The cloud sweeps away the dream
Now back in the cabin again
Eyes open to the bright new morn
To a hunters life I'm born
Now back in the cabin again
TW
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