Leaves are burning copper on the ridgeline tonight The air cuts sharp and silver, carries frost in the light I walk the edge of silence where the old pines stand tall And the valley holds its breath for the sound of the call The moon climbs slow above the ridge, cold and pale as bone Every scar on this old land knows I’m not alone I’m a *wolf howling in the autumn breeze* Voice torn loose and carried through the trees Not for sorrow, not for pain I sing Just to tell the night I’m still alive I’m a *wolf howling in the autumn breeze* And the mountains answer back with me The deer have gone to lower ground, the rivers run low Winter’s coming down the peaks, I can feel it in the snow I don’t hunt for glory, I don’t hunt for pride I hunt to keep the balance that the wild keeps alive When the wind goes still and the stars burn bright You can hear the old world breathing in the night No words, no names, just blood and bone A song for the lost, a song for the alone I’m a *wolf howling in the autumn breeze* Voice torn loose and carried through the trees Let the cold come down, let the frost take hold I’ll be here when the last leaf turns to gold I’m a *wolf howling in the autumn breeze* And the mountains answer back with me Autumn… breeze… howl…
