Searching for Stormy

(hummmmm) The wild mustard bloomed in the east paddock wide,

Where the wire fence sags

and the field mice all hide.

We check every corner

where clover grows deep,

Searching for Stormy while the rest of the farm goes to sleep.

His fur is the color

of clouds before rain,

And we're looking for him

all across the terrain.

Oh, Stormy, we’re searching the hill,

While the wind in the paddock

is quiet and still.

We’re shining our lights as the twilight grows dim,

Looking around

every corner for him!

(ooh,

Stormy)

My sister and I walk

with flashlights in hand,

Searching for clues

all across the wide land.

We look by the tractor

and check by the gate,

Calling your name out,

continuing to wait.

We search through the briars,

the barn, and the shed,

Looking for a glimpse

of your dark, smoky head.

We look near the burrows

beneath the old tree,

Searching for the greyest young kit there could be.

We peer through the shadows

beneath the night sky,

Looking and watching

as hours go by.

Now the moon rises high o'er the barbed wire line,

We’re still looking for you

where the dew starts to shine.

We’ll keep up the search

till the morning light brings,

Our eyes on the pasture,

just looking for things.

Where are you, Stormy...

Out past the hill? (ahhhh)