It Wasn't the Hunting - Mount Eerie

I’ll go gather wood

What I do I’ll do good

And when I have it in my fingers

I hope I know

It was not the hunting that led me there

It was the ice in my hair

When the wind from the western mansion

And the mist from the eastern lodge

It was the night’s long lying

I’ll find someone new

And I won’t treat them like you do

And when I have it in my fingers

I hope I know

I hold the fingers firm and fair

I’ll crack open streams

And I’ll heat the water to clean

And when I have it in my fingers

I hope I know

It was my own heart that led me there

It was the way I saw wolves' tracks

Left the lair and just went back

It was my new baby stare