A Holiday Tradition

Said the morning sun to us in the blind
Heston blessed the H7HT
Your shooting skills are perfect and sublime
Heston blessed the H7HT
A duck, a duck
flying towards our gun
Soon, his flying will be done
Yes his flying will be forever done

Said the gusting wind to us at sunrise
Heston blessed the H7HT
I'll blow some ducks to you from up high
Heston blessed the H7HT
A duck, a duck
dropping towards the spread
Shots ring out they are dead
Benellis ringing out and they are dead

Said the driving rain to us at midday
Heston blessed the H7HT
Low flying ducks are yours alone to slay
Heston blessed the H7HT
A duck, a duck
flying low across the water
Next thing he is part of the slaughter
next thing he knows he is part of the slaughter

Said the falling snow to us at night
Heston blessed the H7HT
I'll bring you ducks tomorrow so sleep tight
Heston blessed the H7HT
A duck, a duck
sleeping in the dark
The only safe place is the park
the only safe place for you is the park


Heston Bless us, every one!