Wolf Star

Once I ran out in the wild— over the hills, over the snow. Moon on the mountain, stars in the night— those were the days when the world felt bright. Now winter lies soft on my coat, but something old still calls from the road. I hear the wind come down from the hill— after all these years, I hear it still. And the moon rises slow, over the mountains white with snow. There in the night, far from the dawn, a silver light leads me on. Over the mountains, silent and far— I lift my eyes to the Wolf Star. So many moons have faded away. So many roads have carried my days. Then comes the wind, soft and low— calling me back to long ago. Let winter come. Let silver show. I have seen the long years go. But under this moon, under this sky, the heart I once knew is still alive. The wind comes down from the mountain high. The moon moves slow across the sky. I hear that call I used to know— out in the night, where the wild winds blow. There in the night, far from the dawn, a silver light leads me on. Over the mountains, silent and far— I lift my eyes to the Wolf Star. The years may fade. The years may go. But I still hear the winds that blow. Under the moon, beneath the stars— I lift my eyes to the Wolf Star. Wolf Star———— Wolf Star———— The moon shines on. The wind blows home. Wolf Star————