The Wolves 

At my gate I’ll always greet you 

At my door you’re welcome in 

There can be no transgression as a means to an end 

On the wind the wolves are howling, open arms are closed in fear 

Helping hands are clenched in anger, broken hearts beyond repair 


Everything’s so great, it can’t get better 

Makes me want to cry 

But I’ll go out howling at the moon tonight 


There she stands so tall and mighty 

with her keen and watchful eye 

And the heart of a mother, holding out her guiding light 

It’s a hard road to travel, this old rock from end to end 

The sun it rises on her brow and sets upon the great expanse 


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There she stands so tall and mighty 

Her gaze facing the east 

At her back our doors are closing, as we grin and bare our teeth 

On the wind the wolves are howling 

She cries ‘they’re drawing near’ 

Turn around, turn around, my darling, no, the wolves are here 


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