Wolves -

Down in the garden in the old village square

Down amongst the thistles and the homeless at prayer

The wolves tread lightly, the wolves tread fair

As the snow falls…

And out across the plains where the Jylland winds blow

Oh, out across the plains where the low shrubs a-grow

Can you hear the girl singing of the deer and the doe?

She sings for springtime…

Oh

Down in the garden in the old village square

The men they smoke and the men they swear

They cock their crooked guns in the cold frigid air

Their stomach’s hungry…

And out across the plains comes a thunderous roar!

Ah, the wood huts they tremble as the sleet starts to pour

Can you hear the wolves a howlin'?

Can you hear the girl cry?

As the sky turns crimson red…

Oh