The Hunt Lyrics

I went out walking, looking for a tune

Striding in rhythm, tongue on the move

Eyeing the branches, searching for a groove

A singular note, a marker or a rune

Going in deeper, hunting for trill

Ready to feast now - a whale to its krill

Shuffling past now, a swamp that seemed still

I noticed a heron and she was ready to kill

The music her beak made as she was stabbing that frog

Pierced my heart, presenting as song

I was glad to hold it for a minute or two

'Til it flew away then - a bird passing through

And in that brief moment, between here and there

Well I caught yet another - this one was too fair

To put in my pocket or to place on the page

Dissolving like mist that rests in the glade

I came home with little

But little will do

So long as its essence is supple and true

I came home with little

But little will do

So long as its essence is supple and true

I came home with little

But little will do

So long as its essence is supple and true