Come lay next to me where the sun can warm you
there’s not much heat in you anymore
you flew over tables and chairs in your day
but there’ll soon be a day when you get up no more

you smile at me as if to say
“old age it isn’t so bad.
I don’t wear no collar
I can’t run away”
then why’s your old eyes so sad my dog?
then why’s your old eyes so sad?

we buried you here where the sun can warm you
here where the grass is so green
as all of the grasses were greener for you
as all of the grasses is greener
as all of the grasses is greener
as all of the grasses is greener