“If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs,
The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies.
While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely,
Crying to the moo-oo-oon,
If only, if only, the moon speaks no reply;
Reflecting the sun and all that’s gone by.
Be strong my weary wolf; turn around boldly.
Fly high, my baby bird,
my angel, my only.”