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Wolf mother, where you been? You look so worn, so thin You're a taken, devil's maker Let me hear you say, hey ya hey ya
Wolf father, at the door You don't smile anymore You're a drifter, shapeshifter Let me see you run, hey ya hey ya
Wayward winds, the voice that sings of a forgotten land See it fall, child of wolf Lend a mending hand
When I run through the deep dark forest long after this begun Where the sun would set, trees were dead and the rivers were none And I hope for a trace to lead me back home from this place But there was no sound, there was only me and my disgrace