White Dog

Last night my window opened in the cold winter breeze

And from the dark forest a white dog stared in at me

He sat in the branches with his glowing yellow eyes

And softly he growled in the shaking black pines

White dog, white dog tell me where’s the door

Across the lake of fire to the silver shore

I fell from my window in the swirling black breeze

Into the dark forest and the ice-covered leaves

Down, down through the branches through the white

Waving trees / down, down I fell into the mouth of the sea

White dog, white dog tell me where’s the door

Across the lake of fire to the silver shore