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Listen can you hear it? His voice in the wind,

Alone he stands howling, seeking her reply...

By the light of the moon he searches, listens

The lone wolf baying at the moon can you hear his call?

His mournful song just a verse waiting for her to join the chorus

The wind carries his song through hills and mountains, valleys and rivers, At last it finds her ear,

Her ears prick listening to his mournful tune her heart races as she responds with a chorus of hope.

Listen can you hear them? Their voices in the wind their song complete verse a chorus in harmony.

Listen can you hear them their voices in the wind...