A-Hunting We Will Go

overland
through the rye
gun in hand
bird in sky
calling out to the world below
a-hunting we will go

every field
ripe and fine
every man
a friend of mine
on, the trails that we name or know
a-hunting we will go

throw 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 ever

now the sun
has not stirred
rusted gun
fallen bird
side by side in the world below
a-hunting we will go