The woods is still dark
but the sky's getting bright
turkeys on their roost
where they've spent the night
The woods slowly lightens
while you sit and you wait
your mind conjurer's visions
of a Tom turkey's fate
listen now, is that what I heard
the gobble of a tom turkey bird
we putt and purr to sound like a hen
excited now there's that gobble again
success is a goal but not always to be
the hunt itself is what nourishes me
to be in the woods fills a need in my soul
like hunters before me that is my goal