comes stepping along
he don’t even break the branches where he’s gone
once i saw him in the moonlight, when the bats were a flying
i saw the werewolf
and the werewolf was crying
nobody knows, nobody knows, body knows
how i loved the man, as i teared off his clothes.
nobody know, nobody knows my pain
when i see that it’s risen; that fool moon again
for the werewolf the werewolf has sympathy
for the werewolf..somebody like you and me.
and he only goes on me, man, this little flute i play.
all through the night, until the light of day, and we are doomed to play.
for the werewolf the werewolf have sympathy
the werewolf... somebody like you and me.
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