Black dog wakes up in the morning
and looks outside
so he can see the sky;
He likes to watch the sun rise.
But then it’s back to sleep,
Gone, but for a moment,
Lost in dreams until the master cries:
“Oh, black dog… rise.”
Yearning,
Dreaming of another;
Life it seems
Is always passing us by,
As we just wonder why,
And lord how we try…
Not just
To make it out, alive…
But to live a life
Of substance,
To not break down
And fall apart and just die.
Black dog wakes up in the morning
and looks outside
so he can see the sky;
He likes to watch the sun rise.
But then it’s back to sleep,
Gone, but for a moment,
Lost in dreams until the master cries:
“Oh, black dog… rise.”
“Oh, black dog, rise…”
Let us seek to find
Every color of the sky
Back outside;
Outside,
Black dog…
Rise!
First thing, yeah first thing in the morning
the black dog wakes
and he opens his eyes;
He likes to watch the sunrise.
But then it’s back to sleep,
Gone, but for a moment,
Lost in dreams until the master cries:
“Oh, black dog… rise!”