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 


But somewhere in a field of clover she waits for me 

And as the cars go rolling by 

The highway hums a lullaby 

and 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 

To stumble along after me 


But 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