My old hound dog swallowed a big fat toad
Why he did it I never will know
That old hound dog was dead soon as he choked
Now that old toad frog is free, and still able to croak
So I got a bigger dog to teach that toad a lesson
Then changed my mind, got him frog legs at a delicatessen
Morning sits gray while the soft water whispers
Under dark cover languish silent white boats
Quietly, obedient as a convent of sisters
Still awaiting in hope, still silent afloat
High above, sun tries to outshine the moon
And lonely white sea birds glide patiently by
Hoping the sun will gather warmth soon
Still a darkish blanket covers the sky
Delicate white birds with hundreds of eyes
From far, far away the sun starts it's climb
In row after row their white wings arise
While watching the sky so soft and sublime.
I sit and wonder where she’s gone
That woman with the golden curls
Who haunts my dreams
And left me years ago
To let my blooming garden wilt.
So now I have a garden new
But the damn thing has no blooms
So I curse her in my dreams
Hope those golden curls are gray
And her garden’s filled with weeds.
