Spirit of the Wolf When you are quiet And nightfall is come You can hear the Lament Of the Wolf that is gone. Their bodies were taken, By trap and by gun Too late we realized The damage we've done For the wolf was of nature A part of the plan The balance of nature, Interrupted by man. Listen to the cedars As the wind blows, they sigh They mourn for the wolf And yearn for his cry. But in spirit they are here Their presence you can feel Just listen with your heart, Wild and free they roam still. May there come a time Perhaps not long from now When the prayer of the cedar is answered Once again the wolf will howl. copyright 2003, by Heathen