In the distance Helvellyn to the Coniston fells

Down from the headland to the woodlands and wells

Expanse of the bowland dissolves to the sky

Howgills and arnside a treat for the eye

This place has a magic, a tale that is said

Of a wolf that was killed upon Humphrey head

A story of old, of six hundred year

This beast of the wild, brought panic and fear

Run for your life through river and dale

Through hollow and forest leaving no trail

Turning and weaving traversing terrain

Eyes full of fear, in the wind and the rain

Attacking a child the wolf sealed it’s fate

The locals did gather perusing with hate

From the forest of Cartmel and past Windermere

The faltering wolf hears the hounds drawing near

Through hawthorns crippled by salt and by frost

The wolf ran and ran until she was lost

There on the summit, she ran out of land

Nothing but sea, and a margin of sand

Noble the beast, iconic and wild

Removed from this realm for man is a child

So sad the day, the last wolf died

Sad even more no tears were cried

Limestone now scarlet, fear in her mind

The legend concludes shes the last of her kind

But heavy our hearts, with this story of old

As we stand on the headland, in the rain and the cold

Strands that are barbed, fence withered and dry

Torn like the hawthorns, cut into the sky

And here in the dusk we light up our fires

We hear her so clear, in the wind and the wires

Run for your life through river and dale

Through hollow and forest leaving no trail

Turning and weaving traversing terrain

Eyes full of fear, in the wind and the rain

Noble the beast, iconic and wild

Removed from this realm for man is a child

So sad the day, the last wolf died

Sad even more no tears were cried