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