Huntin’ Star

I was born under a huntin‘ star,
I was born under a huntin‘ star.
Horns are made for blowin‘
Hounds live in a pack.

I’ve never seen a day that didn’t look better looking back.
I was born under a huntin‘ star.
Mud can make you stumble, and the trench can make you die.
Wind can blow you off, but only huntsmen make you cry.

The scent is made for comin‘ from, for dreams of goin‘ to,
Which with any luck we will follow thru’.

I was born under a huntin‘ star,
I was born under a huntin‘ star.

Do I know where hell is? Hell is not to go.
Heaven is in gallop for ever, it’s time for me to go.
I was born under a huntin’ star, a huntin’ huntin‘ star.

Mud can make you stumble, and the trench can make you die.
Wind can blow you off, but only huntsmen make you cry.
The scent is made for comin‘ from, for dreams of goin‘ to,
Which with any luck we will follow thru’.

I was born under a huntin‘ star,
I was born under a huntin’ star.

When I get to heaven tie me to a tree,
Or I’ll begin to ride, and soon you know where I will be.
I was born under a huntin  star, a huntin’ huntin‘ star.