Last night my window openednIn the cold winter breezenAnd from the dark forestnA white dog stared in at menHe sat in the branchesnWith his glowing yellow eyesnAnd softly crowed in shaking black pinesnWhite dog, white dog, tell menWhere's the door?nAcross a lake of firenTo the silver shorenI fell from my windownIn the swirling black breezenInto the dark forestnAnd the ice-covered meadnDown, down through the branchesnThrough the white waving treesnDown, down I fellnInto the mouth of the seanWhite dog, white dog, tell menWhere's the door?nAcross the lake of firenTo the silver shore