The color of the morning dawns
over the snowdrift
comes the cries of the wolf
as she pets her cubs.
run, run, run,
into the dark cover of the night.
The angels sigh at the nook of nature they cherish.
The color of the morning dawns
over the snowdrift
comes the cries of the wolf
as she pets her cubs.
run, run, run,
into the dark cover of the night.
The angels sigh at the nook of nature they cherish.