He raises his bow with musical grace
Draws the string back till it kisses his face
With blue eyes so keen he finds the rise of the heart
The thrill of the hunt of nature a part
Three golden feathers soar through the air
The arc of the shaft in flight so fair
The dream of the hunter
The calm of the wild
One and the other
Play together as a child
Draws the string back till it kisses his face
With blue eyes so keen he finds the rise of the heart
The thrill of the hunt of nature a part
Three golden feathers soar through the air
The arc of the shaft in flight so fair
The dream of the hunter
The calm of the wild
One and the other
Play together as a child
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