The wolf is on the hill The bird is in the briar The thorn is on theâ rose Andâ your time isâ on the wire
Those days of graveâ concern Have turned themselves to silence When the winter fires burn What was left of kindness So hide what youÂŽve learned Show off what youÂŽve squandered And give yourself a turn See how far from home youÂŽve 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