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."
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 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."