(Dan Messe/Steve Curtis) 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
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