I dance and dance,
twirling round and around
in a never-ending circle
with my arms outstretched,
I dance and dance,
with the wolves I dance...
Yet I have no fear.
They caper about me,
snow flies up from their paws,
their silver breath steams the night,
their yellow eyes burn bright,
their white fangs flash,
with the wolves I dance...
Yet I have no fear.
Black wolves, white wolves,
brown wolves, gray wolves...
They leap about me in a circle
as I twirl round and around.
The full moon rises above us,
the snow falls thickly about us...
I dance and dance,
with the wolves I dance...
They sing as they dance,
filling the air with their howls...
Yet I have no fear.
I dance and dance,
with the wolves I dance...
Is this dance real,
or is this dance a dream?
Is this dance in flesh,
or is this dance in spirit?
I do not know,
I do not care.
I just dance and dance,
with the wolves I dance...
Yet I have no fear.
With the full moon above,
thick snow falling about,
and wolf howls echoing,
I dance and dance,
twirling round and around
in a never-ending circle,
with my arms outstretched...
I dance and dance,
with the wolves I dance...
