The dogs are singing The cottonwood cathedral carries their song The pure deep joy of the hunt bears them along Up ahead the rabbit prepares to steer them wrong A fine arrangement A day in the country The song is changing Something in the music appeals to me A minor note creeps in and changes the key Now the dogs are sounding lost and all at sea So much for winning A day in the country I stand there listening Suddenly the rabbit comes into view He looks as if to say, how do you do I swear he chuckles as he scurries through Top of the mornin' A day in the country The dogs are sleepin' There in the back seat curled up in a ball That wily rabbit left them feeling small But in their dreams they catch him after all A fine arrangement A day in the country A fine arrangement A day in the country