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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 |