Intro Yeah Snow falling, trees swaying Got a story from the deep woods Listen close Verse 1 Way up north where the cold wind blows, Past the trails where nobody goes, There's a tale that the old folks know, About a shadow moving through the snow. No footsteps loud, just a chilling breeze, Branches shaking high in the trees, Moonlight shining through the leaves, Makes you wonder what your eyes might see. Campfire burning, everybody quiet, Heard a distant sound, couldn't identify it, Some say monster, some say ghost, Some say it's the thing they fear the most. I don't know if it's true or not, But the stories never seem to stop, Passed down through the years and time, Living in the back of people's minds. Chorus The Wendigo, out where the cold winds blow, Moving through the night where the frozen rivers flow, Nobody knows if the legends are true, But the woods get quiet when it's passing through. The Wendigo, hidden where the pine trees grow, A mystery carried by the falling snow, Every generation hears the tale retold, Of the shadow in the forest when the night gets cold. Verse 2 Stars above in a winter sky, Everything still as the hours pass by, Hear a howl echo far away, Then it fades with the end of the day. People tell stories, trying to explain, Why some legends always remain, Maybe it's fear, maybe it's wonder, Maybe it's the sound of distant thunder. Every town got a tale like this, Something strange in the wilderness, A warning wrapped inside a rhyme, Carried forward through the hands of time. So when the snow starts falling down, And silence settles all around, You might remember every word you know, About the legend called the Wendigo. Chorus The Wendigo, out where the cold winds blow, Moving through the night where the frozen rivers flow, Nobody knows if the legends are true, But the woods get quiet when it's passing through. The Wendigo, hidden where the pine trees grow, A mystery carried by the falling snow, Every generation hears the tale retold, Of the shadow in the forest when the night gets cold. Outro Snow keeps falling, seasons come and go, Stories keep traveling wherever people roam, And somewhere in the forests of the north, they say, The legend of the Wendigo still finds its way.
