Searching - Hanne Hukkelberg

I was a lovely hunter

With just fingers and a palm

I’d hunt a dust through a gentle breeze

And grab it between 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 searched for love at the 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