| Song | When The Wolves No Longer Sing |
| Artist | Tom Russell |
| Album | The Rose of Roscrae |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Oh the raven flies o’er these valleys, but he don’t make a sound | |
| O’er the deserts and the cities, he’s refusing to look down | |
| And the old songs are forgotten, gone with the Raven on the wing | |
| And love no longer matters, and the wolves no longer sing | |
| Now the old man sold his horses, and his children sold the ranch | |
| And there’s roads all through that valley, where his ponies used to dance | |
| The dry wind sings a lonesome tune, a longing for the Spring | |
| And love no longer matters, and the wolves no longer sing | |
| The Old Man sold his kingdom for a song | |
| What’s happened to the music? Where have the wild ones gone? | |
| The rain will come again one day; the stars will keep on shinin’ | |
| And the poets will return again, magic melody and rhymin’ | |
| And if God is out there somewhere, looking down on everything | |
| Then love will always matter, and the wolves will always sing | |
| Then Love will always matter, and the wolves will always sing |
| Oh the raven flies o' er these valleys, but he don' t make a sound | |
| O' er the deserts and the cities, he' s refusing to look down | |
| And the old songs are forgotten, gone with the Raven on the wing | |
| And love no longer matters, and the wolves no longer sing | |
| Now the old man sold his horses, and his children sold the ranch | |
| And there' s roads all through that valley, where his ponies used to dance | |
| The dry wind sings a lonesome tune, a longing for the Spring | |
| And love no longer matters, and the wolves no longer sing | |
| The Old Man sold his kingdom for a song | |
| What' s happened to the music? Where have the wild ones gone? | |
| The rain will come again one day the stars will keep on shinin' | |
| And the poets will return again, magic melody and rhymin' | |
| And if God is out there somewhere, looking down on everything | |
| Then love will always matter, and the wolves will always sing | |
| Then Love will always matter, and the wolves will always sing |
| Oh the raven flies o' er these valleys, but he don' t make a sound | |
| O' er the deserts and the cities, he' s refusing to look down | |
| And the old songs are forgotten, gone with the Raven on the wing | |
| And love no longer matters, and the wolves no longer sing | |
| Now the old man sold his horses, and his children sold the ranch | |
| And there' s roads all through that valley, where his ponies used to dance | |
| The dry wind sings a lonesome tune, a longing for the Spring | |
| And love no longer matters, and the wolves no longer sing | |
| The Old Man sold his kingdom for a song | |
| What' s happened to the music? Where have the wild ones gone? | |
| The rain will come again one day the stars will keep on shinin' | |
| And the poets will return again, magic melody and rhymin' | |
| And if God is out there somewhere, looking down on everything | |
| Then love will always matter, and the wolves will always sing | |
| Then Love will always matter, and the wolves will always sing |