The Dogs of God

Heavy is here on the mountain
Where I am slipping away
Heaven was you in the valley
Running free on a spring day in May

Oh sweet Margie,
Lay beside me
And I’ll whisper in your ear

Go tell Saint Roch
No more I’ll walk
And could I lie with the Dogs of God?

I think of the times that you stood by
I think of still calling your name
I remember the feeling of freedom
As we stood in the fields of Spain

From Alabama
Oscar came and
Lived like he dug winter’s bone


Come down St Roch
By the collar
Pull him up to the Dogs of God

In the morning
Golden Basil
You weren’t waiting by the gate

Laid underneath
The cherry tree
I saw you rise with the dogs of god

So I’ll come down to you in the morning
As the sun kisses your golden hair
I’ll come down to you in the evening
In the breeze of the cool mountain air

Oh sweet lady
If by evening
I’m not waiting by your gate

Then bury me
By the old tree
May I run with the dogs of god
May I run with the dogs of god
May you run with the dogs of god
May you run with the dogs of god