Stan Jones - Hunter's Return lyrics

A young Indian mother with anxious eyes Sat by a cradle 'neath sullen skies Her warrior hunter had not returned But bravely to her babe she turned High flies the goose my little papuss The bright apple falls from the bough The trembling leaf knows the north wind's a thief But you will sleep somehow, somehow But you will sleep somehow So a knife she drew from her tattered shawl Watched the brown-eyed child clutch a sheep-skinned doll The wolves would make certain that he didn't know If he ever returned, they would lie 'neath the snow Then fate on the wind a hi-ey-o A criss-cross of burrows patient and slow Her warrior husband had at last returned There was food, there were furs to the babe she turned High flies the goose my little papuss The bright apple falls from the bough The trembling leaf knows the north wind's a thief But you will sleep somehow, somehow But you will sleep somehow