Oh the werewolf, oh the werewolf 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. Cryin’ nobody knows, nobody knows, body knows how I loved the man, as I teared off his clothes. Cryin’ nobody know, nobody knows my pain when I see that it’s risen that full moon again. For the werewolf, for the werewolf has sympathy. For the werewolf, somebody like you and me. And only he goes to me, man this little flute I play all through the night, until the light of day, and we are doomed to play.