As they lived through the wolfless years
The dear forgot how to live like dear
They grazed the hillsides with no fear
And they played down by the fountains
But when at last the wolf returned
Overnight all the dear relearned
To the forest they returned
And the wild flowers once more filled the mountains
Sometimes a silver lining
Sometimes no such thing
Roll up your sleeves and begin
Through all the soulless years of noise
When all we wanted were our toys
Like greedy little girls and boys
How we clamoured for our stuff
But as the hunger comes again
And wild flowers fill the glen
We’ll live like women we’ll live like men
Who know the meaning of enough
Sometimes a silver lining
Sometimes no such thing
Roll up your sleeves and begin
The Wolfless Years was written by Chris Wood.
The Wolfless Years was produced by Chris Wood.