Wild Wolf Lass
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Image: Lucy Campbell |
Long ago there lived a lass,
dressed in white with
flowers red.
On the surface she
was calm,
but in her heart a
wild wolf lived.
Down the street 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.
Running, crying,
howling she,
ran into the woods of
old.
There she slept on a
green moss bed,
safe and sound in the
old wild wood.
In the wild she went
away,
and never was 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
far and wide.
She had no shoes, no
feather bed,
but her eyes shone
bright and her cheeks flushed red.
So 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.
A song from a twilight walk in Malvern, England.
Music and lyrics:
Stina Gray
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