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

Lyrics Joseph Daniel Pogson