There's a long path in that dense wood
With a black iron fence
I frequently lean on there
Looking at the silhouette when dawn broke
And my puppy, Cloy lays down lazily near my feet
Leaves whisper shaken by the soft wind
Under thousands of silhouette rays
Makes surrounding like heaven on Earth
Cloy startles, getting up when he hears birds chirp
Staring at me sharply then lays down again