The Howlin’

When I was a young boy
I was scared of the ghost beside my bed
The shapes, the sounds
And when I was a young boy
The fire and brimstone made me feel
Things not real

But I fell to premonition, sayin' somethin’ not right
Like things are not just fiction, like there's something deep inside
Spirit holdin' on

The howlin’ of the wind
Chills my bones, yeah
The howlin' of the wind
Lets me know I'm not alone, oh no

And now I am a young man
I've seen things that I thought were real
And things that are
And when I am an old man
I won't be sleeping to live, hey, oh
For the rest of my days
The spirit holdin' on

The howlin' of the wind
It chills my bones, yeah
The howlin' of the wind
Lets me know I’m not alone, oh no
Ooh

Can you hear it howl? Yeah
(Oh, oh, oh)
(On, oh, oh)
Can you hear it howl? Yeah
I can hear it howl
(Oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh)
I can hear it howl, yeah, oh, oh
(Oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh)
I can hear it howl, yeah
(Oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh)

Oh, the howlin’ of the wind
It chills my bones, it chills my bones
The howlin' of the wind
Lets me know I’m not alone, oh no
Can you hear it howl? Yeah
Can you hear it howl? Yeah
I can hear it howl, yeah
I can hear it howl, yeah
Ah...ooh...