Silver Wolf

The sky is vast and the stars are bright, As the silver wolf wakes in the quiet night, And this is the song her soft howl sings, As over the woods her shadow wings: "Dream, dream, little one, dream;" Her voice is a glow, soft and low: "Dream, little one, dream." On yonder hill where the starlight gleams, A whisper weaves through the quiet streams; The forest bows as her magic calls, And deep in the glade, her melody falls: "Dream, dream, little one, dream; No harm shall stray where starlight plays; Dream, little one, dream." The winds may moan and the night grow deep, But the wolf’s bright eyes their vigil keep; The stars themselves hum soft and low, Guarding your rest where the shadows go: "Dream, dream, little one, dream; Safe you’ll stay 'neath magic's sway; Dream, little one, dream."