Slow growing, forever knowing, The stone dog’s granite gaze, she can’t see you.
See a straight path, designer garden keeps, Tidy, and timeless the weeds elsewhere. They search, to find home, While stone dog’s granite gaze,
Oh stone dog’s granite gaze,
Yes, stone dog’s granite gaze, she can’t love you.
Oh, the stone dog quietly, patiently and piously waits, For you to come home silently and recognise the role that she plays. Her stationary game, leaves the pots in place. Not hurting not a soul, she just not able to stroll,
She sits in hardened grace.
The stony view of hard edges Let’s you come home, later and later To no greeting, no wagging tail Just the stone dog’s granite gaze, not loving you