With The Mallards Awakening
The Dawning Day
Their Wings Painting Color
As They Go Their Way
There Will Be Not A Gunshot
In The Bottomland Today
For The Lord Has Taken My Friend Away.
Thinking Of Last Hunts
Brings A Tear To My Eye
No One Had A Chance
To Tell Him Goodbye.
But We Know The Lord Is
Taking Care Of Him Today
In His New Hunting Ground Far, Far Away.