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
When the winter fires burn
What was left of kindness
So hide what you've 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 bird is in the briar
The thorn is on the rose
And your time is on the wire