Lyric

The arrows rest, the bow's unstrung

No chase today where woods once rung

A peaceful hum, the branches sway

It's a hunter's quiet holiday

The brook, it laughs with a silver tune

A melody kissed by the afternoon

The snare taps soft, the hi-hats tease

This forest sways in minor keys

Oh, lay it down, the hunter’s pride

Let the forest be my only guide

No prey, no trail, just skies of gray

And a hunter's soul on holiday

The mossy path’s a velvet lane

No footsteps harsh, no moments vain

Sunlight filters through the green

Painting peace in every scene

The shakuhachi whispers clear

Of ancient woods and spirits near

Acoustic bass beneath the song

Carries me where dreams belong

Oh, lay it down, the hunter’s pride

Let the river and the wind decide

No prey, no trail, just skies of gray

And a hunter's soul drifts far away