Mandolin Orange - The wolves

At^C my gate I'll always greet you. At my ^Gdoor you’re welcome ^Cin There can ^Fbe no transgr^Cession. As a mea^Gns to an end On the w^Cind the wolves are howling Helping ^Garms are closed in fe^Car Helping ha^Fnds are clenched in ^Canger Broken he^Garts beyond rep^Cair

Everyt^Amhing's so great c^Fan't get better, ma^Gkes me wanna c^Cry That I^Am’ll go out how^Fling at the m^Goon to^Cnight

There she st^Cands, so tall and mighty With her ^Gkeen and watchful e^Cye And the ^Fheart of a mo^Cther Holding o^Gut her guiding light It's a ha^Crd road to travel Solid r^Gock from end to e^Cnd The sun, it ^Frises on her ^Cbrow And sets u^Gpon great expa^Cnse

Everyt^Amhing's so great c^Fan't get better, ma^Gkes me wanna c^Cry That I^Am’ll go out how^Fling at the m^Goon to^Cnight

There she st^Cands, so tall and mighty Her g^Gaze facing the e^Cast At her b^Fack our doors are clo^Csing As we gr^Gin and bare our teeth On the ^Amwind the w^G/Bolves are howl^Cing She ^Gcries they're draw^Cing near Turn ar^Found, turn around my d^Carling Oh^G, the wolves are h^Cere

Everyt^Amhing's so great c^Fan't get better, ma^Gkes me wanna c^Cry That I^Am’ll go out how^Fling at the m^Goon to^Cnight