Howlin’ On Firefly Hill

Up on the ridge where the timber grows tall

The shadows are stretching and starting to fall

I hear a sound rolling over the crest

Before the red sun sinks down in the west

There's a cold wind a-blowing from up on the chill

And the wolves are a-howlin' on Firefly Hill

(howl) Watch the sparks rise under the moon

As they sing out their wild and lonesome tune

The cabin is locked and the lantern is lit

But out in the dark is where the wild things sit

They call to the stars and they call to the pine

A song of a world that is older than mine

There's a cold wind a-blowing from up on the chill

And the wolves are a-howlin' on Firefly Hill (howl)

Watch the sparks rise under the moon

As they sing out their wild and lonesome tune

No chain can ever hold them

No walls can keep them down

They run the ridge forever

Far above the town (ooh-ooh-ooh)

There's a cold wind a-blowing from up on the chill

And the wolves are a-howlin' on Firefly Hill (howl)

Watch the sparks rise under the moon

As they sing out their wild and lonesome tune

Singing out their wild and lonesome tune...

Yeah, they're howlin' on Firefly Hill (howl)