When was I 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 The things not real But I fell to premonitions, sayin' somethin' not right That things are not just fiction like this song played deep inside Spirit holdin' on The howlin' of the wind Chills my bones, yeah The howlin' of the wind Let's me know I'm not alone, oh no Now I'm a young man I've seen things that I thought where real And things that are And when I am a old man I won't be sleeping to live, yeah, 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 Let's 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 (On, on, oh) I can hear it howl, yeah, oh, oh (Oh, oh, oh) (On, oh, oh) oh (On, on, oh) I can hear it howl... yeah (Oh, oh, oh) (Oh, on, oh) Oh, the howlin' of the wind It chills my bones, it chills my bones The howlin' of the wind Let's 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...