Down by the woods I did walk,
where things do prowl and things do stalk.
By midnight moon and drifting star,
I met the beast that left a scar.

Night songs howled out wild and sweet,
the breath of forest and sea so deep.
Ocean's salt mingled blue with red,
a tang of crimson to keep well fed.

One to many and voices swell,
racing city streets and country dell.
From my home the coast afar and back,
now it's my turn to gather the pack.

Will you sing with me?