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Ah, the Werewolf
Ah, the Werewolf
Comes tipping along
He don’t even break the branches
Where he’s come
You can hear his long howl
From way across the Moon
Got the holler of a Werewolf
When he’s feeling gone
Ah, the Werewolf
Ah, the Werewolf
I think of thee
‘Cause the Werewolf is somebody
Like you and me
As I saw him
In the moonlight
When the bats are flying
I see the Werewolf
And the Werewolf was grey
Crying, nobody
Nobody, nobody knows
How much I love my man
But I tear off his clothes
Crying, nobody
Nobody knows my pain
When I see that’s its rhythm
That Full Moon again
Crying, nobody
Nobody knows my pain
When I see that’s its rhythm
That Full Moon again
An old digger told me
“I’m this little flute up there
But I never play it
In the Light of the day”
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