He lands on a floor of red clay
A stray from the forests of gray
He trips on a pot of sweet pea
As wild as a creature can be
Oh Terracotta Hound in the sky
Watching the Paris birds fly by
Tangled in vines of green gold
A story of hunger untold
He sniffs at the Latin soil bed
Where Hedera helix has spread
He paws at a ceramic rim
The city is humming for him
Oh Terracotta Hound in the sky
Watching the Paris birds fly by
Tangled in vines of green gold
A story of hunger untold
The rooftops are slate and they glow
The traffic is heavy below
He looks for a scent in the breeze
While leaning on lemon-leaf trees
Oh Terracotta Hound in the sky
Watching the Paris birds fly by
Tangled in vines of green gold
A story of hunger untold
He waits for a hand and a treat
Far from the noise of the street
The ivy holds tight to his paw
The strangest sight nature ever saw
He rests by a pot of white rose
While the warm evening wind softly blows
A botanist brings him a bone
No longer a wanderer alone
Oh Terracotta Hound in the sky
Watching the Paris birds fly by
Tangled in vines of green gold
A story of hunger untold
Settle down in the red clay
Stay here for another day
Terracotta Hound.
