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