mother deer

somewhere in a field of clover she waits for me

she frolics in the land

in a land of endless spring

no scavengers or machines

she is free

but somewhere in a field of clover she waits for me

and as the cars go rollin' by

the highway hums a lullaby

and she's sleeping on the side

of the street

somewhere in a field of clover she waits for me

now i walk these hills alone

with no little one

to stumble along

after me

but somewhere in a field of clover she waits for me

she frolics in the land

in a land of endless spring

no scavengers or machines

she is free