The Wolf Is On The Hill

The wolf is on the hill

The bird is in the briar

The thorn is on the rose

And your time is on the wire

Those days of grave concern

Have turned themselves to silence

While the winter fires burn

What was left of kindness

So hide what you have learned

Show off what you've squandered

And give yourself a turn

See how far from home you've wandered

The wolf is on the hill

The bird is in the briar

The thorn is on the rose

And your time is on the wire

Take apart circumstance and set it on a fault line

An avalanche of the past locked inside a goldmine

And when you cannot stand on the legs God gave you

The road has turned to sand that your will has sunken into

The wolf is on the hill

The baby's in the briar

The worm is on the rose

And your word is on the wire