The wolves are calling

The cold is gnawing,

Gnawing at me.

With each step I'm taking

My legs are shaking

The silence is breaking,

Breaking around me.

The dark is growing

The wind is blowing

The clouds keep snowing,

Snowing on me.

My strength is draining

The moon is waning

My eyes are straining

Straining to see

Across the river flowing

In a house that's glowing

A candle is showing

Showing to me

In its light that's receding

The path I'm needing

The road that is leading

Leading me home.

Winter 1996-97