Tom Paxton - A Day In The Country lyrics

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