The dying deer
Run dear, run, far from here, run
My little fawn, your friend is gone
Lured in, was my innocent one
strayed away, was my arrogant one
they still lay in wait,
with their deceptive bait
Run dear, run, far from here, run
Looking into the hunter's eye,
I made a plea for my little one,
With a wicked smile,he let the arrow fly
For me despair, for him fun
Run dear, run, far from here, run
Sorrow got me, then,the next arrow
Run dear, run, far from here, run