Lyrics

All you people live in citiesGot your bright lights shining downIn your home sweet home so prettyWe sleep on the cold cold groundAnd underneath the white moon risingSomething's stirring, on the prowlCan you hear coyotes crying?Singing, " We were born to howl"If you should wander in the hills at nightWhere every path deceivesIs that something coming up behind youThrough the shadows thick as thieves?We hail from an ancient dreamWe heed a different callWe sing the song of things unseenWe sing for no reason at all