Silver coat in the midnight dew
Searching for a hidden clue
Paws are hitting the frozen grit
Where the heavy pine needles knit
Golden eyes in the forest light
Cutting through the velvet night
Telephone poles in a steady row
Watching where the wild things go
Cold wind bites at a leather ear
Danger is the only thing near
Copper wire hums a steady drone
Hunting in the dark alone
Scent of cedar and ancient pine
Crossing over the county line
Flash of white on the gravel road
Carrying a heavy load
Golden eyes in the forest light
Cutting through the velvet night
Telephone poles in a steady row
Watching where the wild things go
Fast as a bullet in the rain
Breaking every rusted chain
Up the hill to the highest peak
Finding what the hunters seek
Static pops on a distant wire
Running with a sudden fire
Yellow grass in a winter haze
Lost inside a woody maze
Golden eyes in the forest light
Cutting through the velvet night
Telephone poles in a steady row
Watching where the wild things go
Bark in the black.
Scent on the track.
The hound is gone.
