Wolfbound (My Wolf) ｜ Dark Medieval Folk Song - Tavern of Legends

She walked where the heather burned, past stones that knew her tread. One grey shape in the alder dark, kept watch where she was led. He did not come with horn or hound, nor call her by her name. But every mile she wandered far, he followed just the same. By a door the old wife said, bank the fire low. But her heart turned toward the forest, anywhere he'd go. My wolf, my wolf, come to me. My wolf, my wolf, beneath the trees. He knows my step, he knows my cry. My wolf is where the black fur sighed. My wolf, my wolf, stay by my side. Winter laid along the hills, deep snow hard as bone. She traced his tracks beside the creek, and walked the woods alone. When the lords came through the valley, with swords, rope, and flame. She stood before their horse's teeth, and would not speak his name. By a door the old wife said, bank the fire low. But her heart turned toward the forest, anywhere he'd go. My wolf, my wolf, come to me. My wolf, my wolf, beneath the trees. He knows my step, he knows my cry. My wolf is where the black fur sighed. My wolf, my wolf, stay by my side. If he is cursed, then let me be. No bell nor book will carry me. Let the storm take hide and skin. I'll not turn from him again. I was not made for chapel walls, but for the woods where night bird calls. My wolf, my wolf, come home to me. My wolf, my wolf, beneath the trees. He knows my step, he knows my cry. My wolf is where the black fur sighed. My wolf, my wolf, stay by my side. My wolf, my wolf, come home to me. My wolf, my wolf, beneath the trees.