Here it comes the bitter cold of winter
There goes the caribou and here comes the hunter
The hunter with his coat made of fur
Kills just to have some fun while drinking his bottle of liquor
The wolves surround the predator now becoming prey
They must kill him in order to live another day
They jump they bite they kill they eat
They must do this in order to get meat
There food comes back the snow goes away
Now the wolves may live for another day
