Hunter’s Moon

Hunting Song (Navajo)

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       Comes the deer to my singing,
Comes the deer to my song,
Comes the deer to my singing.

He, the blackbird, he am I,
Bird beloved of the wild deer.
Comes the deer to my singing.

From the Mountain Black,
From the summit,
Down the trail, coming, coming now,
Comes the deer to my singing.

Through the blossoms,
Through the flowers, coming, coming now,
Comes the deer to my singing.

Through the flower dew-drops,
Coming, coming now,
Comes the deer to my singing.

Through the pollen, flower pollen,
Coming, coming now,
Comes the deer to my singing.

Starting with his left fore-foot,
Stamping, turns the frightened deer,
Comes the deer to my singing.

Quarry mine, blessed am I
In the luck of the chase.
Comes the deer to my singing.

       Comes the deer to my singing,
Comes the deer to my song,
Comes the deer to my singing.

from George W. Cronyn, The Path on the Rainbow (1918)

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 Hunter’s Moon ,Blood Moon, Sanguine Moon (given by The American Indians) are all names for the October full moon. Travel Moon and Dying Grass Moon are other names given it.



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