The Woods Were Made For The Hunter

The Woods Were Made For The Hunter Of Dreams...

I Say The Very Things That Make The Greatest Stiran' The Most Interestin' Things, Are Things That Did N't Occur.

Seek Not For Fresher Founts Afar, Just Drop Your Bucket Where You Are; And While The Ship Right Onward Leaps, Uplift It From The Exhaustless Deeps. Parch Not Your Life With Dry Despair; The Stream Of Hope Flow Everywhere-- So Under Every Sky And Star, Just Drop Your Bucket Where You Are.

Strew Gladness On The Paths Of Men-you Will Not Pass This Way Again.

There Are Purple Grapes In The Land Of Git-thare.