the moon the woods

grab their bullets and grab their guns

fill their shaking arms and run

stirred by the words of my first son

who said there's a mean wolf on the hunt

mothers cry in their fear

hold to those that they hold dear

frightened with eyes fixed on the clear

wait for the beast to appear

Chorus:

I know he's young and he's naive

but he's my strong and sober son

his wits are keen his eyes are sharp

when he cries wolf

I run

He only did what he was told

watched our woods like he watched his soul

seen both the warm nights and the cold

he the shepherd we the fold

your grace lasts only three false cries

they are only false in your eyes

the moon, the woods, my son and I

can sift our truth from your lies

Chorus:

I know he's young and he's naive

but he's my strong and sober son

his wits are keen his eyes are sharp

when he cries wolf

I run

your crooked council took his life

I comfort my mournful wife

his name now becomes your curse

as your pride drags his hearse

I hear a howl without the gates

outside your home he now waits

truth's last trump will make its sound

as he rips your body to the ground

his breath now stings your foolish eyes

my sons words ring through your mind

when he cries wolf

i run