Out from the woods it echoes
long and low and mournful,
Calling across the fields
and over the meadows,
The lone wolf crying out
calling for another.
The melody of the song
known only to the singer,
Reaching deep in our hearts
it lets us feel the loneliness,
This lone wolf calling out
in a gentle wolf's song.
Far across the miles it drifts
speaking to all who hear,
Telling of the night
and the of the day now past,
Sharing its knowledge
with all who can understand.
Long minutes pass us by
as we stand and listen,
Lost in the beauty of the song
pouring from the wolf's heart,
Giving to us mortals
a taste of a wolf's song.
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