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Lullaby for the Hunter's Son

Posted on Saturday July 25th, 2009 at 10:33 in native american, lullaby, a mother's love, hunter's son

Close your eyes, My little Sonrest now calmagainst my breast.Winter is comingand the great beargoes back to her denwith her young.The elkwill forage in the deep woodswhere your father’sarrow flies to find its mark.Our people will harvest what is le...