In the darkness of night
there's not a single light.
But up in the north,
as sound comes forth,
it's the song of the Howling Hound.
The hound calls to the dog
through the mist and the fog,
telling him to join the wild.
He lifted his head and smiled,
then stood with his pads on the ground.
He bounded toward the forest,
experience the best,
the wind blowing in his face,
but woke up running in place
surrounded by dogs in the pound.
(Chorus)
In the darkness of night
there's not a single light.
But up in the north,
as sound comes forth,
it's the song of the Howling Hound.
