He was a lonely wolf
Hunting alone across the prairies
Living on his own running free
His house as far as you can see
When he cries to the moon
Releases a pain from his heart
And to those who listen to it
Get the feeling of a penetrating dart
He was wise, he was smart
From the land, he knew every part
About surviving he was the best
Teaching his children about the past
Night was kind a cloud
His heart begged for something
The image of a real wife
To share his lonely life
And he cried to the moon
Not waiting for his kids
And he cried to the moon
Eager for a response from female lips
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