Herman Düne - Black Dog lyrics

She was waiting for someone or something Sitting on the bench In between the 4 towels that I love And where I go and walk my dog She had herself a big black dog: Barking at me, willing to bite me "Black dog, I'll never harm you BD what a joy to see you!" She was wearing a warm coat with a hood But still, I could see her lips It was one of those suburban December evenings One hand in the pocket The other held a cigarette I could breath by watching her Having this so delightful smoke At the hour when it becomes darker: Black dog