He never speaks
but he understands
Thinks higher than a man
He's living in
The northern lights
In winter everlasting
He travels around
Big drum in his hand
And he knows
What you have in your mind
There's always wolf within
That leads him down
And back home
Spirit, spirit of the forest
Hiding in those northern lights
Spirit, spirit of the forest
Hiding in those northern lights
He has long waited
For the right moment
Storm of colors
Rages in the sky
Beware, never whistle
To the northern lights
Or it curses you
To the woods of evernight
There's only one
Who can really set you free
And it's spirit of the forest's
Old white wolf
But it's hard to track
You'll never find footsteps
It will find you
If you are really blessed
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