The White Dog

Last night my window opened 
  In the cold winter breeze 
  And from the dark forest 
  A white dog stared in at me 

  He sat in the branches 
  With his glowing yellow eyes 
  And softly he growled 
  In the shaking black pines 

  White dog, white dog, tell me 
  Where's the door? 
  Across a lake of fire 
  To the silver shore 

  I fell from my window 
  In the swirling black breeze 
  Into the dark forest 
  And the ice-covered leaves 

  Down, down through the branches 
  Through the white waving trees 
  Down, down I fell 
  Into the mouth of the sea 

  White dog, white dog, tell me 
  Where's the door? 
  Across a lake of fire 
  To the silver shore