The Wolf

Never had been so cruelly cold and long a winter
 Over the glaring white mountains
 By night you hear the wolves howl
 Hungry, desperate souls
 Dying a bitter winter death
 Moonlight in his eye
 A haggard wolf as furtive as a ghost
 His narrow shadow glinting in the whiteness
 He turns his head into the wind
 Picks up the trail
 He's on the prowl with glassy eyes
 He never sleeps, bargain for live
 Take a look around, can't you see the wind, the hills, the snow
 They're yours; they're his as well as mine
 Most precious gift in desperate times
 A haggard man with tired steps and a loaded gun
 Waiting in the glaring white mountains
 By night he hears the wolves howl
 Hungry, desperate souls
 Dying a bitter winter death
 Moonlight in his eye
 A sudden move in densely copse
 The bottom line,
 A sounding shot, a tortured cry
 And fleeing gaits lost in the night
 Take a look around, can't you see the wind, the hills, the snow
 They're yours; they're his as well as mine
 Most precious gift in desperate times
 On and on he stumbles through the woods
 Warm blood trickles down, down, down
 Step by step, the hunter's there
 But he couldn't see the brightness of the moon
 As he ends his work
 Take a look around, can't you see the wind, the hills, the snow
 They're yours; they're his as well as mine
 Most precious gift in desperate times