Wolf's Moon


Aye tis a full moon for me to spy,
Passing high, tis fair round and full,
Like me wife's pale and fine behind.
Ahhooooo... Ahhooooo... once, twice.

Turning me eye younder to globe hangin'
In me ancient Scotland starry Heavens,
Makes me bones shiver and lips quiver.
Ahhooooo... Ahhooooo... once, twice.

Aye mate tis by me home hearth fire
Be mine own soft globe roasted warm,
Giving me a Scottish smile so wile,
Ahhooooo... Ahhooooo... once, twice.

Singing softly for me, warm wife of fires,
Swaying there like full moon in me sky.
Tis to satisfy me insides of such needs,
Ahhooooo... Ahhooooo... once, twice.