If only, if only the woodpeckers sighs
The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies
While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonley
He cries to the moon
If only, if only
If only, if only the moon speaks no reply
Reflecting the sun and all that's gone by
Be strong my weary wolf, turn around boldly
My angel, my only
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