No more dogs bark,
In this old home,
Holes in the garden,
Full of bones.
Times were good,
When all was safe,
But life is hard,
Home and away.
Life's too long
To be invested,
Death will come
When least expected,
Under boot,
Or wheel of wagon,
Fur consigned to ground.
Blame the hills with roads to wander,
Curse the forest's hooded dark,
Not the Man above
Who lent his cough
To be your puppy's bark.
Times were good
When all was safe,
But life is hard,
Home and away.
Life's too long
To be invested,
Death will come
When least expected,
Under boot, or wheel of wagon,
Fur consigned to ground.
Ee-ee-ee,
Ee-ee-ee
Ee-ee-ee,
Ah-ah-uh
