Your father’s
gone a-hunting
He’s deep in the forest so wild
And he cannot take his wife with him
He cannot take his child
Your father’s gone a-hunting
In the quicksand and the clay
And a woman cannot follow him
Although she knows the way
Your father’s gone a-hunting
Through the silver and the glass
Where only greed can enter
But spirit, spirit cannot pass
Your father’s gone a-hunting
For the beast we’ll never cannot bind
And he leaves a baby sleeping
And his blessings all behind
Your father’s gone a-hunting
And he’s lost his lucky charm
And he’s lost the guardian heart
That keeps the hunter from the harm
Your father’s gone a-hunting
He asked me to say goodbye
And he warned me not to stop him
I wouldn’t, I wouldn’t even try
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