Middle of the Night

Late into the night
There comes a call
They change their shape
And they join the thrall
The moon is so big and full

Long after dark
The wind and rain
Will make it hard
To hear what they're saying
Clouds can't stop the magnetic pull

In the middle of the white
Pack of black, gray, and white
A moon cycle rite
Middle of the night

They come to the birthplace
Their eyes frozen, senses crazed
The king is here to receive them
This is the highest praise
So kind

No one can hurt them
While moon power runs in their veins
Prey hides deep in the thicket
But it cannot escape
They leave the circle
And get on with the chase

In the middle of the white
Pack of black, gray, and white
A moon cycle rite
Middle of the night

Racing, chasing, taking
Through the dark yet bright nighttime
Racing, chasing, taking



Credits
Writer(s): Neil Crawford
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