Late at night when the moon is high
The Wolf will make its eerie cry
Echoes in the valleys deep
And the mountains that are steep

Then they travel far and wide
To find that soothing lullaby
They do not stop not once at all
Until they find that lovely song

Their children listen with awe and fright
To how their parents sing at night
Then they run with their pack
Not turning once to look back

Running in the snowy night
Covering their coats in frosty delight
Finding the source of the music
Sitting down and howling to it

Crying with the pack they found
Vibrating the land with its sound
They sing all night not in day
Then they leave to get their prey