Tom Paxton - A Day In The Country lyrics
[Tom Paxton - A Day In The Country lyrics]
The dogs are singing
The cottonwood cathedral carries their song
The pure deep joy of the
Hunt bears them along
Up ahead the rabbit prepares
To steer them wrong a fine arrangement
A day in the country the song is changing
Something in the music appeals to me
A minor note creeps in and changes the key
Now the dogs are sounding lost and all at sea
So much for winning a day in the country
I stand there listening
Suddenly the rabbit comes into view
He looks as if to say, how do you do
I swear he chuckles as he scurries through
Top of the mornin' a day in the country
The dogs are sleepin'
There in the back seat curled up in a ball
That wily rabbit left them feeling small
But in their dreams they catch him after all
A fine arrangement a day in the country
A fine arrangement a day in the country
The cottonwood cathedral carries their song
The pure deep joy of the
Hunt bears them along
Up ahead the rabbit prepares
To steer them wrong a fine arrangement
A day in the country the song is changing
Something in the music appeals to me
A minor note creeps in and changes the key
Now the dogs are sounding lost and all at sea
So much for winning a day in the country
I stand there listening
Suddenly the rabbit comes into view
He looks as if to say, how do you do
I swear he chuckles as he scurries through
Top of the mornin' a day in the country
The dogs are sleepin'
There in the back seat curled up in a ball
That wily rabbit left them feeling small
But in their dreams they catch him after all
A fine arrangement a day in the country
A fine arrangement a day in the country