Searching

I was a lovely hunter With just fingers and a palm I'd hunt a dust through a gentle breeze And grab it with the point and thumb I raised a dust, started the search The more I tried the harder it became But when I sat down, it fell into my hand I was a lonely hunter Bow and arrow on my back I couldn't see, had to count on my heart Then I knew I would find the one I tried the best I could But got lost in the woods Searched all night, but couldn't see But now that I can see My man will come to me