When it is time I follow the black dog

into the darkness that is the mind of day

I can see nothing there but the black dog

the dog I know going ahead of me

not looking back oh it is the black dog

I trust now in my turn after the years

when I had all the trust of the black dog

through an age of brightness and through shadow

on into the blindness of the black dog

where the rooms of the dark were already known

and had no fear in them for the black dog

leading me carefully up the blind stairs