Black Dog In The Sky - Richard Dawson

As I rode to your house I was beaten and robbed

By a band of moon-faced vagabonds

They were rifling through my pockets and untying my shoes

When the air began to boil

Slow is the black dog in the sky

Who pisses and slobbers all over the world

From Belford to Wooler, to Beadnell and Ford

He slowly devours the land

I did not see what occurred but I heard their awful sounds

And smelled the perfume of death

When I opened my eyes the Sun no longer shined

For those poor children

Here I lie in the mud, my waistcoat caked in blood

Not able to stand of my own volition

A flash of lightning illuminates the belly of the beast

I see entrails dripping in the trees

Slow is the black dog in the sky

Who pisses and slobbers all over the world

From Belford to Wooler, to Beadnell and Ford

He slowly devours the land

Now I run through the night though my bones are on fire

To see you in the bosom of the hills

Through an ocean of fog I am ceaselessly drawn

To the lantern in your window

To the lantern in your window

To the lantern in your window

To the lantern in your window