.[Verse 1: Henry Jamison]
And the trees blow around
In the gathering gale
As I loose my bloodhound
Upon the trail
And the rains came heavy from the north
And they were all outside
But I was not
I was in the kitchen looking out over the fields
[Chorus.
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