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The Montana wind whispers through the pines
A lonesome howl on the timberline
He was born in a den where the sagebrush grows
With eyes the color of the winter snows
His mama taught him how to run and hide
When the two-legged shadows came to ride
Oh Lobo Lobo your coat is gray and thin
The elk are scarce and the snow rolls in
You once ruled the canyon wild and free
Now every step's a memory
Just a ghost where the wild things used to be
He followed the river through the changing years
Through the summer drought and the hunters‘fears
Lost his brother to a trap of steel
A pain so sharp he could barely feel
The pack scattered like leaves in the fall
And the silence answered his lonely call
Oh Lobo Lobo your coat is gray and thin
The elk are scarce and the snow rolls in
You once ruled the canyon wild and free
Now every step’s a memory
Just a ghost where the wild things used to be
They’re building roads where the buffalo grazed
The howl of the wind is a hymn he raised
He's got no den he‘s got no pride
Just a patch of moonlight by the riverside
He ain't got a dime but what he got is his skin
He ain't rich but Lord he's still livin'
Last night he took a lamb from the rancher's pen
A foolish mistake for an old wolf then
The hounds are baying they’re closin‘in
His lungs burn fire his legs grow thin
He turns to face them on that frozen hill
In his amber eyes a final will
The Montana wind whispers through the pines
A story told on the timberline
No collar of silver no name they know
Just the silent snow on Lobo’s bones
