Last fall I hunted white-tail deer
My dog and gun with me
I wandered to a shady grove

Where ivy grew dark green
Where ivy grew dark green


I raised my gun so carefully
And fired into the trees
Then saw it was my true love fell

In a dress of darkest green
A dress of darkest green


Her eyes reflected back the moon
As I carried her back to my car
But as I crossed the empty road

Was a dead deer in my arms
A dead deer in my arms


Next night I rowed upon the waves
To catch a leaping fish
But on the hook my lover's heart

I pulled from briny depths
I pulled from briny depths


As I lay her cold corpse down
In the bottom of my boat
It was a jumping fish

Caught in my nets and rope
Caught in my nets and rope


Third night I spied a wild boar
Charging madly through the trees
But I raised not my gun to her

Just let her come to me
Just let her run to me


And as I fell in mossy ferns
As her teeth grabbed hold of me
It was the lips of my true love

That kissed me dark and green
Kissed me dark and green