I still remember that time when we were dancing
We were dancing to a song that I'd heard
Your face was simple and your hands were naked
I was singing without knowing the words
But I started listening to the wolves in the timber
Wolves in the timber at night I heard their songs when I looked in the mirror
In the howls and the moons round my eyes

So long, so high

Then winter came and there was little left between us
Skin and bones of love won't make a meal I felt my eyes drifting over your shoulder
There were wolves at the edge of the field
But I still remember that time when we were dancing
We were dancing to a song that I'd heard
Your face was simple and your hands were naked
I was singing without knowing the words

So long, so highŠ


Then one day I just woke up And the wolves were all there
Wolves in the piano Wolves underneath the stairs Wolves inside the hinges
Circling round my door At night inside the bedsprings Clicking cross the floor
I don't know how they found me I'll never know quite how I still can'
¹t believe they heard me
That I was howling out that loud

So long, so high

At times in the frozen nights I go roaming
In the bed she used to share with me I wake in the fields with the cold and the lonesome
The moon¹s the only face that I see
But I still remember that time when we were dancing
We were dancing to a song that I'd heard
Your face was simple and your hands were naked
I was singing without knowing the words

So long so high

Josh Ritter - a singer/songwriter from Idaho, whom I was lucky enough to see performing
a number of times in my hometown in Ireland.

Please listen at
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVU7S9TKe8E