“If only, if only” The woodpecker sighs

“The bark on the trees was as soft as the skies”

While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely

Crying to the moo-oo-on.

If only if only

If only if only the moon gave no reply

Reflecting the sun and all gone by

Be strong my weary wolf, turn around boldly,

fly high, my baby bird.

My angel, my only.

-Holes

Sing this softly, in danger and in doubt, in darkness till light.  Let its melody weave into your mind, a resounding lullaby.

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