A Day In The Country - Tom Paxton

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