Mother Deer

Somewhere in a field of clover she waits for me
 She frolics in the lane
 In a land of endless spring
 No scavengers or machines, she is free
 Somewhere in a field of clover she waits for me
 And as the cars go rolling by
 The highway hums a lullaby
 She's sleeping on the side of the street
 But somewhere in a field of clover, she waits for me
 Now I walk these hills alone
 With no little one
 With no little one
 To stumble along after me
 But somewhere in a field of clover, she waits for me
 She frolics in the lane
 No scavengers or machines
 No scavengers or machines, she is free