Before the dawn's even born
I take my rifle and powder horn
Creep along the babbling brook
Rest the barrel in the crook
Of my arm and slide behind
An ancient tree in the quiet
Watch the shadows hear the leaves
Take in everything around me
I'm a hunter of more than venison
I tend to wonder about this life and heaven
It's hard to hide from your thoughts
In the hardwoods and the rocks
As the day is coming to
And the light starts slipping through
And you think back in time
To a memory that holds tight
Or on ahead up the trail
What lies next if you prevail
Like a woman on back home
That waits for you all alone
What she deserves and what you don't
All your worries all your hopes
I'm a hunter of more than venison
I tend to wonder about this life and heaven
It's hard to hide from your thoughts
In the hardwoods and the rocks
As the day is coming to
And the light starts slipping through
I'm a hunter of more than venison
I tend to wonder about this life and heaven
It's hard to hide from your thoughts
In the hardwoods and the rocks
As the day is coming to
And the light starts slipping through