text: There is a light in the forest
  Theres a face in the tree
  Ill pull you out of the chorus
  And the first ones always free
  You can never go a-hunting
  With just a flintlock and a hound
  You wont go home with a bunting
  If you blow a hundred rounds
  It takes much more than wild courage
  Or youll hit the tattered clouds
  You must have just the right bullets
  And the first ones always free
  You must be careful in the forest
  Broken glass and rusty nails
  If youre 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
  Theyll be your private little fishes
  And theyll never swim away
  I just want you to be happy
  Thats my only little wish
  Ill fix your wagon and your musket
  And the spoon will have its dish
  And I shudder at the thought of your
  Poor empty hunters pouch
  So Ill keep the wind from your barrel
  And bless the roof of your house