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