Dead Dog Song

Sam, bless him, has died and left this home

The woodchucks running wild, the bushes overgrown

Slip unseen into the skein of trees

Slide through dusky grasses and scatter his ashes

Oh, it's all over, he's never coming back

There'll be no more roaming

He was only here for fourteen years

And now the branches scratch my face and I can't hold back my tears

Long ago I'd see him running in the snow

He'd come in from the cold and he'd lie down by the stove

Pass along this loping road

The needley grasp of briars on the slope

Oh, it's all over, he's never coming back

There'll be no more roaming

He was only here for fourteen years

And now the branches scratch my face and I can't hold back my tears

He'd never been to church, so he doesn't have a soul

He isn't waiting at the place where all of us will go

But the woodchucks wouldn't run so wild

The bushes wouldn't be so overgrown if we were not alone

Bound unbound through the boundless air, remaining wisps of hair

Barking out through everywhere

The trees, the grass, the rain

And Sam in the air

Oh, it's all over, he ain't never coming back

There'll be no more roaming

He was in this world, by my side he was curled

But he came uncurled and this world holds him that much tighter

That much tighter, that much tighter

That much tighter, that much tighter

Tighter, tighter, tighter, tighter

Tighter, tighter, tighter, tighter, oh