The Wolves

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