Howl me to the moon

Do the voices frighten you

The cold that is inviting you

Into the way of those

That very few of tell the tale

Does the moon shine bright on you

Shining down and lifting you

Into the stars above of you

That twinkle with such grace

Is it the dark that terrors you

The wolves that sit and howl to you

Under the cold and fruitless light

Of a dawning crescent moon

Is it the way they cry for you

Like packs of dogs their after you

In the cold of winter nights for you

Just howl me to the moon