She’s the grey maid
with a falk’s fate
She’s a windwitch’s soul
and she’s waitin for…

Oh she died a day
before she went away,
he saw her comin
Yes her sigh’s the last thing that he got this day,
he felt her runnin

When the sun
is shinin bright
she’s on the other side
runnin with the desert wind
lookin for the final hint
When the moon is cold and still
a man get’s a wolf against his will
is howlin for his girl and love
that’s sleeping on the stone above

 

 

 

There’s a young boy
lookin like an old man
lying in the desert
cause he can’t
stand while he’s
waitin, waitin, waitin, waitin
for his love, his beauty, but in vain

He’s the wolf man,
he’s older than
the desert but
he’s waitin for…