Walking the dog out in the wood,
my head was well under my hood.
Leaves underfoot, frost in the air,
in a day dream, without a care,
I was kicking up leaves, oblivious of fog
descending the hills while I was walking the dog.
Walking the dog out in the wood,
my head was well under my hood.
Leaves underfoot, frost in the air,
in a day dream, without a care,
I was kicking up leaves, oblivious of fog
descending the hills while I was walking the dog.