Mama, they won't let me out.
Mama, they're mating at night.
And mama, they won't make nice...
They're pacing and glowing bright,
Their faces all snowy and white.
They bury their paws in the stone,
And make for my heart as their home.
They tumble and fight, and they're beautiful.
On the hilltops at night, they are beautiful.
Blazing with light, is the whitest and the tallest and the biggest one.
She's muscled and fine when she runs.
They're tearing up holes in the house...
They're tearing their claws in the grout
Staring with blood in their mouths.
Mama, they won't let me out.
Mama there's wolves in the house.
Mama I tried to put them out.
Mama I know you're too wise,
To wait until those wolves make nice.
