( michael hurley / live )

Oh the werewolf, oh the [bad word] a steppin’ along
He don’t even break the branches
Where he’s been gone

You can hear his long holler from away ’cross the moor
That’s the holler of a werewolf when he’s feelin’ poor

He goes out in the evenin’ when the bats ’re on the wing
An’ he’s killed some young maiden before the birds sing

For the werewolf, for the werewolf
Have sympathy
’cause the werewolf he is someone
Just like you an’ me

Once I saw him in the moonlight when the bats were a flyin’
All alone I saw the werewolf and the werewolf was cryin’

Cryin’ nobody, nobody, nobody knows
How much I love the maiden as I tear off his cloths
Cryin’ nobody, nobody, knows of my pain
When I see it has risen that full moon again

When I see that moon movin’ through the clouds in the sky
I get a crazy feelin’ an’ I wonder why

Oh the werewolf, oh the [bad word] travelin’ along
He don’t even break the branches
Where he’s been gone

For the werewolf have pity, not fear, an’ not hate
’cause the werewolf might be someone that you’ve known of late

Oh the werewolf, oh the [bad word] travelin’ along
He don’t even [bad word] the leaves
Where he’s been gone