Verse 1 The valleys lay silent, the hills were still, Elk filled the meadows, rivers ran at will. But the wild was missing its oldest song, A voice of the night that had been gone too long. Chorus And the wolves came home, howlin’ at the moon, Echoes through the timber, a lonesome tune. Nature found its rhythm, the mountains found their tone, Balance was restored when the wolves came home. Verse 2 Some folks feared ’em, said leave ’em gone, Others prayed the wild would carry on. So they opened the cages, set the spirit free, A chorus of shadows sang their legacy. Chorus And the wolves came home, howlin’ at the moon, Echoes through the timber, a lonesome tune. Nature found its rhythm, the mountains found their tone, Balance was restored when the wolves came home. Bridge Now the rivers run stronger, the forests grow tall, Every creature’s story is a thread for us all. From silence to music, the wild reclaimed, The land remembers when the wolves were named. Final Chorus (lifted) And the wolves came home, howlin’ at the moon, Echoes through the timber, a lonesome tune. Nature found its rhythm, the mountains found their tone, Balance was restored when the wolves came home. Tag Yeah, the wild was restored when the wolves came home.
