Hunter's Lullaby - Christina Rosenvinge
A gun in the closet
Clean snow in my bed
The paths in the forest
All tainted in bright red
Full moon by the kitchen
Dry leaves on the floor
Down here it's so quiet
I can hear every door
Silent roses
To hide my sleeping child
I wait for the hunter
Who lost his soul in the wilds
My hips shape a craddle
My heart is full of milk
I pray for the morning
To come back without guilt
Rusty roses
A winter lullaby
I wait for the hunter
Who comes in tears from the wilds
Green and yellow
Baby I'm dying to feel
Your weight on me
So sweet and mellow
Sooner or later
You'll come down on your knees