There is a light in the forest

There is a face in the tree

I'll pull you out of the chorus

And the first one's always free You can never go a-hunting

With just a flintlock and a hound

You won't go home with a bunting

If you blow a hundred round It takes much more than wild courage

Or you'll hit the tattered clouds

You must have just the right bullets

And the first one's always free You must be careful in the forest

Broken glass and rusty nails

If you're to bring back something for us

I have bullets for sale Why be a fool when you can chase away

Your blind and your gloom

I have blessed each one of these bullets

And they shine just like a spoon To have sixty silver wishes

Is a small price to pay

They'll be your private little fishes

And they'll never swim away I just want you to be happy

That's my only little wish

I'll fix your wagon and your musket

And the spoon will have it's dish And I shudder at the thought

of your Poor empty hunter's pouch

So I'll keep the wind from your barrel

And bless the roof of your house