Part II (The Wolf and His Mate Are Announced.)
I
Hark, the trees bending low,
Something is breaking them,
Not the strong north wind’s hand,
Something stalks broad and swift.
Snuffing and panting loud!
II
Hark! How the tangles break!
Fearless the footfalls pass,
Strong trees stretch far apart,
Great horns dividing them.
(Whip-poor-will chorus)