The wolf cometh He comes for you I will pet his fur and I'll ride his back And I'll hold on tight into the night It's calling And I won't fight Snow kissed dreams above, tongue is icy cold As I raise my voice to pine and rock Howl with me As the moon lays to rest And the morning drums its chest Will you howl with me As the night comes to halt And the iron and the salt Hymns they call me from afar In my hand In my heart I howl The wolf cometh He comes for you I will pet his fur and I'll ride his back And I'll hold on tight into the night Low voices Soothing rhythm Open hands that close Loving arms that lock Simple things like the northern lights Come for me Come for me As the moon lays to rest And the morning drums its chest Will you howl with me As the night comes to halt And the iron and the salt Hymns they call me from afar Oh she has all of them She has all of them Now She calls all of them Falls on them Now As the moon lays to rest And the morning drums its chest Will you howl with me As the night comes to halt And the iron and the salt Hymns they call me from afar In my hands In my heart The lakes that sing On clear cold nights I howl

There once was a ship that put to sea The name of the ship was the Billy of Tea The winds blew up, her bow dipped down Oh blow, my bully boys, blow (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go She'd not been two weeks from shore When down on her a right whale bore The captain called all hands and swore He'd take that whale in tow (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go Before the boat had hit the water The whale's tail came up and caught her All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her When she dived down low (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go Soon my the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave a go Boats! For forty days or ever more The line went slack and tight once more All boats were lost, there were only four But still that whale did go (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go As far as I've heard, the fight's still on The line's not cut, and the whale's not gone The Wellerman makes his regular call To encourage the captain, crew and all (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go