I was told a story while I warned them of the sky
And I could see no good reason why the old man would have lied
Oh, he looked to be about as strong as a fish
And I tell it as I wonder what's the poor man's only dying wish

The winter of ought five
Left with two score and five lives
For the red eyed coal dogs howl
Could be heard for miles around

In the book of Genesis
God grants man dominion
Over animals and the black dogs
Of P. Pont caught a glimpse

Come springtime there was food
But the widows all refused
And the poor man's black dogs came
To escort those who remained

Brothers, sisters
Go across the river
Don't look back once there
Trust in God and take care

The winter of ought five
Left with two score and five lives
For the red eyed coal dogs howl
Could be heard for miles around