Good Dog Lyrics

Good Dog lyrics

This dog is no puppy dog

She's strange as the trees

She's brown as the mountain

And white as the breeze



She walks on the water

Without any boots

Her eyes arc as fine

As the music of flutes



But she will not sweep chimneys

Nor will she pluck corn

But she is the best little dog

That ever was born



I have lain in the womb

Of the rocks, cold and chill

While she speaks in my heart

With the voice of the hill



And when I am risen

And ready to run

She will laugh without laughter

To welcome the sun



But she will not learn language

Nor will she bear scorn

But she is the best little dog

That ever was born



The water God offered me

The ring of his rings

To buy the dog from me

To teach the poor kings



The ring's on my finger

The dog runs behind

Since watery palaces

Would never suit her mind



But as yet she can't fly well

Nor play on the horn

Still she is the best little dog

That ever was born