Back in Forest Glade

I wonder how this hound of mine ain't given up the ghost
He still tries to chew the line that ties him to his post
His hair has gone more grey than red
And he's half-way blind and deaf
But when that old hound dog is dead
I won't have nothin' left, I won't have nothin' left

(Chorus)

I'm busted as a man can be, the only thing that's left of me
Is just these faded memories of a rusted-out old life
One cool glass of lemonade my pretty cousin Clara made
On a front porch back in Forest Glade
Where I dreamed she'd be my wife

You see that old hound sawin' logs, hell even he's got dreams
But dreams of men and old hound dogs
ain't worth a lot it seems
He's dreamin' he's a handsome pup
Like he was way back when
And if he gets rudely woken up
What good are his dreams then, what good are his dreams then?

(Chorus)

Oh Clara my love, remember that Sunday
When we took the long way, the long way back home
Will we discover our paradise one day
In bright farmer's fields where dogs freely roam?

Bitter wind through tall trees hisses
Reckless dreams and reminisces
Worthless thoughts of careless kisses
Are all that's left that's mine
Lame and limpin', all alone
Life gnawed right down to the bone
Listen to the cold wind moan
And hear the old dog whine, hear the old dog whine

(Chorus)


I really was back in Forest Glade not long ago, and naturally enough started humming this song to myself. And then I realize humming was about all I could do - the lyrics were mostly gone right out of my mind after verse one.

Even typing it in just now, I had to cut and paste from an existing file. It's as if I'm looking up a song written by someone else.