The Wild Wolf Lass
|Art by Lucy Campbell|
Songs often find me while wandering outdoors, and this one came to me recently on a twilight walk in Malvern, England. A song about a wild wolf lass…
Long ago there lived a lass,
dressed in green with flowers red.
On the surface she was calm,
but in her heart a wild wolf lived.
Down the streets she walked among,
people laughing, talking, smiling,
and she too, wore a mask,
she wore it well, she knew the game.
Out and over fields she strayed,
watching birds fly high above,
flying, circling, round and round,
oh she wished she too had wings.
Down the street she walked and smiled,
but underneath her mask she cried,
in her heart there lived a wolf,
a wolf who sang a secret song.
And with every day that passed,
the flowers red began to bleed,
trickling, crying, down her dress,
and down the street for all to see.
Faraway and out of town,
she ran into the woods of old,
there she slept on a green moss bed,
safe and sound in the old wild woods.
In the wild she went away,
and never was a seen again,
her hair grew long and her paws grew strong,
and in her heart a wild wolf lived.
Running, laughing, howling loud,
she roamed the land a far and wide,
she had no shoes, no feather bed,
but her eyes shone bright and her cheeks flushed red.
And if you ever go into,
the woods at night in a full moon glow,
maybe, maybe, you will hear,
the howling song of a wild wolf lass.