Listen With Your Heart

My daddy says his time is near the end With mama gone there's just one thing to do So every morning we set out from home Rifles, knives, satchels and good boots He says, "Darlin', it's time you learned to live From the bounty of the land, by the strength of your own hand There's nothing the forest doesn't give If you listen with your heart If you listen with your heart If you listen with your heart you hear the rhythm of the land." Like a new born fawn at first I was afraid The sparrow's song gave me a start Slowly I learned each creature's melody Dad says I learned to listen with my heart He says, "Darlin', you're learnin' to live From the bounty of the land, by the strength of your own hand There's nothing the forest doesn't give If you listen with your heart If you listen with your heart If you listen with your heart you hear the rhythm of the land." As I gather ramps and dandelion greens I pluck a few wild flowers for his grave Check my traps and lines in the stream Hear my daddy singing out his praise He says, "Darlin', you have learned to live From the bounty of the land, by the strength of your own hand There's nothing the forest doesn't give If you listen with your heart If you listen with your heart If you listen with your heart you hear the rhythm of the land."