Your father's gone a-hunting,
he's deep in the forest so wild
and he cannot take his wife with him,
he cannot take his child.
Your father's gone a-hunting
in the quicksand and the clay,
and a woman cannot follow him
although she knows the way
Your father's gone a-hunting
through the silver and the glass,
where only greed can enter
but spirit, spirit cannot pass.
Your father's gone a-hunting
for the beast he'll never bind,
and he leaves a baby sleeping
and his blessings all behind.
Your father's gone a-hunting,
and he's lost his lucky charm.
And he's lost the guardian heart
that keeps the hunter from the harm.
Your father's gone a-hunting,
he asked me to say goodbye,
and he warned me not to stop him.
I wouldn't, I wouldn't even try.