When the harvest moon’s been full
And the dawn is coming chill
And the woodcock whistle through
My thoughts turn to bird dogs and what they do
Of going out behind them
As they search for scent of game
Point birds for gun or judge
Either one is fine for me
Whether I be mounted
Or riding old shank’s mare
Whether I be shooting nines or popping blanks
I’ll be happy to be there
For to follow a bird dog
In its search through woods or plain
I’ll be smiling just to be there
Where my heart is free of pain
Love this ♥️