Soft Wolf Tread Lyrics - Fuzzy - Grant Lee Buffalo

The soft wolf tread 

Thru emerald forest he was lookin' to make a bed 

There in the spindly thicket softly did he tread 

The soft wolf tread 

Sure was starved 

And thru his silver coat his ribs shown sharply carved 

The hand that feeds was pickin' weeds 

Sure looked starved 

Up comes hood he's beautiful 

As a sirloin steak to a pit bull chained up 

It's good to see such an old friend again 

Such an old friend again 

Such an old friend again 

Then he said 

Dear hood what brings you to this neck of the woods 

In your scarlet cape and your basket full of grapes 

What lures you to the woods 

The soft wolf tread 

The clearing and he's nervously tugging on his earring 

He talked how good such an old friend again 

Such an old friend again 

Such an old friend again 

Oh 

Such an old 

Such an old 

Such an old 

Oh oh oh 

And then he spun 

A twisted tale 'bout a child who cried his name 

So many times that even when he yelled no one ever came 

The soft wolf tread 

The soft wolf tread 

The soft wolf tread 

Well he tread and tread and tread and tread 

Yeah an old friend again 

Such an old friend again 

Such an old friend again