The cries of wolves hushed by a winters grind
On cold nights when the air is bitter cold
The covering snow makes food hard to find

Mother and cubs caught natures confined
As its wet blanket covers ground twofold
The cries of wolves hushed by a winters grind

This season events leave them in a bind
With the many blizzards the days grow old
The covering snow makes food hard to find

Low visuals, stormy days, left snow-blind
Since times beginning of which is age-old
The cries of wolves hushed by a winters grind

As hunters search for them winters unkind
Their numbers not as before, as told
The covering snow makes food hard to find

Times uncertainties, leads with this blindfold
Their nonstop fight goes on, futures foretold
The cries of wolves hushed by a winters grind
The covering snow makes food hard to find!