Never had been so cruelly cold and long a winter Over the glaring white mountains By night you hear the wolves howl Hungry, desperate souls Dying a bitter winter death Moonlight in his eye A haggard wolf as furtive as a ghost His narrow shadow glinting in the whiteness He turns his head into the wind Picks up the trail He's on the prowl with glassy eyes He never sleeps, bargain for live Take a look around, can't you see the wind, the hills, the snow They're yours; they're his as well as mine Most precious gift in desperate times A haggard man with tired steps and a loaded gun Waiting in the glaring white mountains By night he hears the wolves howl Hungry, desperate souls Dying a bitter winter death Moonlight in his eye A sudden move in densely copse The bottom line, A sounding shot, a tortured cry And fleeing gaits lost in the night Take a look around, can't you see the wind, the hills, the snow They're yours; they're his as well as mine Most precious gift in desperate times On and on he stumbles through the woods Warm blood trickles down, down, down Step by step, the hunter's there But he couldn't see the brightness of the moon As he ends his work Take a look around, can't you see the wind, the hills, the snow They're yours; they're his as well as mine Most precious gift in desperate times
Never had been so cruelly cold and long a winter Over the glaring white mountains By night you hear the wolves howl Hungry, desperate souls Dying a bitter winter death Moonlight in his eye A haggard wolf as furtive as a ghost His narrow shadow glinting in the whiteness He turns his head into the wind Picks up the trail He's on the prowl with glassy eyes He never sleeps, bargain for live Take a look around, can't you see the wind, the hills, the snow They're yours; they're his as well as mine Most precious gift in desperate times A haggard man with tired steps and a loaded gun Waiting in the glaring white mountains By night he hears the wolves howl Hungry, desperate souls Dying a bitter winter death Moonlight in his eye A sudden move in densely copse The bottom line, A sounding shot, a tortured cry And fleeing gaits lost in the night Take a look around, can't you see the wind, the hills, the snow They're yours; they're his as well as mine Most precious gift in desperate times On and on he stumbles through the woods Warm blood trickles down, down, down Step by step, the hunter's there But he couldn't see the brightness of the moon As he ends his work Take a look around, can't you see the wind, the hills, the snow They're yours; they're his as well as mine Most precious gift in desperate times
