AHunting We Will Go

Overland through the rye

Gun in hand, bird in sky

Calling out to the world below

A hunting we will goEvery field, ripe and fine

Every man, a friend of mine

On the trails that we name or know

A hunting we will goThrow some light on me, tell me what you see

Every mystery grows like a vine

Reaching out to the sun for a while

And holding the soil forever and everNow the sun has not stirred

Rusted gun, fallen bird

Side by side in the world below

A hunting we will go