Lyric Just the Right Bullets

There is a light in the forest
There is a face in the tree
I ll pull you out of the chorus
And the first one s always free


You can never go hunting
With just a flintlock and a hound
You won t go home with a bunting
If you blow a hundred rounds


It takes much more than wild courage
Or you ll hit just the tattered clouds
You must have just the right bullets
And the first one s always free


You must be careful in the forest
Broken glass and rusty nails
If you re to bring back something for us
I have bullets for sale


Why be a fool when you can chase away
Your blind and your gloom
I have blessed each one of these bullets
And they shine just like a spoon


To have sixty silver wishes
Is a small price to pay
They ll be your private little fishes
And they ll never swim away


I just want you to be happy
That s my only wish
I ll fix your wagon and your musket
And the spoon will have his dish


And I shudder at the thought of your
Poor empty hunter s pouch
So I ll keep the wind from your barrel
And bless the roof of your house