Alex McMurray

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