Oh, keep the spirit strong

Watch it grow, child of woe

Oh, keep holdin' on

When I ran through the deep dark forest

Long after this begun

Where the sun would set,

The trees were dead,

And the rivers were none.

And I hope for a trace

To lead me back

Home from this place

But there was no sound

There was only me,

And my disgrace

Wolf-mother, where you been?

You look so worn, so thin

You're a taker, devils-maker

Let me hear you sing, hey-ya hey-ya