I was told a story while I warned them of the sky
And I could see no good reason why the old man woulda 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 our fall,
Left with two score and five lives,
For the red eyed coal dogs howl,
Could be heard for miles around