Wolf Dreams 

         1.There’s a cold rain fallin,’

           storm clouds blowin’ down from the north,

           I can hear the wolves howlin.’

           Give me shelter, from the storm…shelter. 

       2.Late at night the fires dyin’,

          comes the snow down from the north,

          I am so afraid of dyin’.

          Give me shelter, from the storm…shelter.

Bridge: It seems I’ve walked ten thousand miles,

            but I can’t find a place to rest.

            No more fire I’ll soon be freezin’.

            Lonely mountains called, I heard their voice, I had no choice.

Insert: Where we go when we’re not wakened,

           and what we dream, is it ourselves?

           Choices past or those are taken. 

        3.The pack is close, I hear them bayin’,

            I never thought it’d end this way.

           A lonely death I’d best be prayin’.

           Give me shelter, from the storm…shelter.

 Bridge: It seems I’ve finally reached the edge now,

             wolves all around I see their eyes.

             I smell their breath I feel I’m fallin’. 

  Insert: Lonely mountains called, I heard them wail, I took the trail.  

Words and music by Bruce Ling 

Copyright 2001 Bruce Ling  

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