[Intro — Call] Way, aye, way — ho! (Oh—ho!) Way, aye, way — ho! [Verse 1 — Lead] Fog rolls slow on the lanterned pier, Shadows lean where the old rigs leer. He walks the docks with a tobacco grin, Salt on his coat and a wolf-skin chin. They whisper low of the nights he stole, A heartbeat wild and a steady soul, A crooked grin, a crooked chart — They call him the Wolf of the Harbor. [Chorus — All / Call & Response] Oh—ho! Wolf of the Harbor, keep the watch till the morn, Oh—ho! Wolf of the Harbor, where the lost are reborn. Sing loud, my brothers, and steady your oar, For the Wolf of the Harbor will bring us ashore. Way, aye, way — ho! [Verse 2 — Lead] Skiff on the tide and a bell that tolls, Tales of storms and of empty holds. He knows the rocks like the lines on his hand, Maps carved deep where the old men stand. Kids on the quay trade his name for gold, Old women pray for the tales he told, But when fog crawls in like a hungry heart — They listen for teeth and a distant harp. [Chorus — All / Call & Response] Oh—ho! Wolf of the Harbor, keep the watch till the morn, Oh—ho! Wolf of the Harbor, where the lost are reborn. Sing loud, my brothers, and steady your oar, For the Wolf of the Harbor will bring us ashore. Way, aye, way — ho! [Bridge — Group chant / Percussive] (Heave!) Hands on the rail, feel the timber groan, (Heave!) Wind in our teeth, but we’ll bring her home. (Heave!) The moon is a coin in the captain’s fist, (Heave!) We follow the howl through the seaborne mist. [Verse 3 — Lead, softer then rising] Once he lost his love to a winter wave, Swore he’d trade the heavens for one that he’d save. So he trades the dawn for a darker part, Keeps the light lit where the breakers start. Not saint, not sinner — a claiming mark, A lantern hung on the jagged dark, If you see two eyes in the harbor’s heart — Know the Wolf has come to take your part. [Instrumental — Fiddle solo over stomping rhythm] (Short, rousing — clap/clap — call-and-response echo) [Final Chorus — Big / All] Oh—ho! Wolf of the Harbor, keep the watch till the morn, Oh—ho! Wolf of the Harbor, where the lost are reborn. Raise up the lanterns, and shout out the name, For the Wolf of the Harbor will guide the flame. Way, aye, way — ho! [Tag — Lead with Group Answer] (Lead) So lift your glass to the gull and star — (All) To the Wolf of the Harbor, no matter how far. (Lead) When the night bites cold and the sky turns gray — (All) He’ll howl and he’ll lead us — we’ll find our way. Way, aye, way — ho! (Repeat and fade with group hums and a lone fiddle)
