Has tales to tell,
The legends and lore
He knows so well.
From survival and feasting
On the vast plain,
From blinding blizzards
And torrential rain.
They have seen it all
As the Indians have,
Almost extinct
As the buffalo calf.
Beautiful creatures
Who stand with pride,
Few do live
And most have died.
His last request
Is a howl at the moon,
Telling his brothers
We'll be extinct real soon.
If toi look into his eyes
toi will see a tear,
His howl he bellows
Is all toi will hear.
If mankind would stop
And try to save,
The loup would flourish
Again one day.
Let's save these beautiful
Mystical eyes,
To tell plus tales
That are so wise.
The eyes of the wolf
Has tales to tell,
His howl at the moon
We know so well.