No One Thinks Of Winter When The

At Two O'clock In The Morning, If You Open Your Window And Listen, You Will Hear The Feet Of The Wind That Is Going To Call The Sun. And The Trees In The Shadow Rustle And The Trees In The Moonlight Glisten, And Though It Is Deep, Dark Night, You Feel That The Night Is Done.

Yes, Making Mock O' Uniforms That Guard You While You Sleep

Now This Is The Law Of The Jungle -- As Old And As True As The Sky; And The Wolf That Shall Keep It May Prosper, But The Wolf That Shall Break It Must Die. As The Creeper That Girdles The Tree-trunk The Law Runneth Forward And Back -- For The Strength Of The Pack Is The Wolf, And The Strength Of The Wolf Is The Pack.

For The Strength Of The Pack Is The Wolf, And The Strength Of The Wolf Is The Pack.

O It's Tommy This, And Tommy That, And Tommy 'ow's Your Soul/but It's Thin Red Line Of Heroes When The Drums Begin To Roll.