The Lion and the Poacher
Vs.1
High up on a mountain,
Wavy flame yellow hair,
In the tall grass and crouching;
Ah, there’s murder in the air.
Vs.2
His paw picks apart a victim
He contently bows over.
In the name of survival,
Of a guiltless carnivore.
Vs.3
A canvas tent shields a poacher
From the hot Savannah sun
Mapping out an expedition
And oiling up his gun.
Vs.4
Intellect and ammunition
Bring advantage to his side
While the laws of the jungle
He’s refusing to abide by.
Chorus
The air cools as the sun is creeping down, down.
A gentle breeze is swirling dust around.
The prairie takes a rest tonight.
Tomorrow's gonna bring about the end of a life.
Vs.5
Gently purring in the grasslands,
And curling up to keep him warm,
He yawns, and now his eyes are open
As he’s waking with the dawn.
Vs.6
Fifty yards in the distance,
A scope is focused on his head,
Then the poacher pulls his trigger--
Just one shot and now he’s dead, dead.
Final Chorus (DIFFERENT FROM THE OTHER TWO)
The air cools as the sun is creeping down, down.
A gentle breeze is swirling dust around.
The prairie takes a rest tonight,
And we can find a way to change this time.
© Bryan Nebel 2014
Vs.1
High up on a mountain,
Wavy flame yellow hair,
In the tall grass and crouching;
Ah, there’s murder in the air.
Vs.2
His paw picks apart a victim
He contently bows over.
In the name of survival,
Of a guiltless carnivore.
Vs.3
A canvas tent shields a poacher
From the hot Savannah sun
Mapping out an expedition
And oiling up his gun.
Vs.4
Intellect and ammunition
Bring advantage to his side
While the laws of the jungle
He’s refusing to abide by.
Chorus
The air cools as the sun is creeping down, down.
A gentle breeze is swirling dust around.
The prairie takes a rest tonight.
Tomorrow's gonna bring about the end of a life.
Vs.5
Gently purring in the grasslands,
And curling up to keep him warm,
He yawns, and now his eyes are open
As he’s waking with the dawn.
Vs.6
Fifty yards in the distance,
A scope is focused on his head,
Then the poacher pulls his trigger--
Just one shot and now he’s dead, dead.
Final Chorus (DIFFERENT FROM THE OTHER TWO)
The air cools as the sun is creeping down, down.
A gentle breeze is swirling dust around.
The prairie takes a rest tonight,
And we can find a way to change this time.
© Bryan Nebel 2014