The Wolves Songtext
von Watchhouse

At my gate I′ll always greet you
At my door you're welcome in
There can be no transgression as a means to an end
On the wind the wolves are howling, open arms are closed in fear
Helping hands are clenched in anger, broken hearts beyond repair

Everything′s so great, it can't get better
Makes me want to cry
But I'll go out howling at the moon tonight


There she stands so tall and mighty
with her keen and watchful eye
And the heart of a mother, holding out her guiding light
It′s a hard road to travel, this old rock from end to end
The sun it rises on her brow and sets upon the great expanse

Everything′s so great, it can't get better
Makes me want to cry
But I′ll go out howling at the moon tonight

There she stands so tall and mighty
Her gaze facing the east
At her back our doors are closing, as we grin and bare our teeth
On the wind the wolves are howling
She cries 'they′re drawing near'
Turn around, turn around, my darling, no, the wolves are here

Everything′s so great, it can't get better
Makes me want to cry
But I'll go out howling at the moon tonight