Andy Pratt Deer Song
Deer run all over the forests of Maine
And the snow is all white on the pines
And the sad, laughing cry of the sea gull dies
Just like mine
I walked all over these dark, windy woods
With my hunting spear and my disguise
But the green trees all groaned at the sight of the
Would in my eyes
Soft is the voice that I hear in my heart
And cold as the steel traps outside
As i stare in the ember its you I remember
My sweet summer bride
You