The 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 a 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 a lake of fire

To the silver shore