The 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 crowed in shaking black pines
White dog, white dog, tell me
Where's the door?
Across a 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 mead
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