Black Dog from Fire Horse by Sarah L King

There’s a black dog
It’s following me again
It lurks in the shadows
Waiting to catch my eye

Every time
It disappears without a trace
Wandering
To the corners of my mind

Days filled with the joy of sun
Seasons of contentment in my soul
I know before the summer’s gone
Soon I’ll hear his cold and lonely call

Black dog you’ve got a hold on me
Black dog I’m tryin’ can’t you see
In the darkest hour,
Lose your grip and let me be

So don’t question him
'Cos here’s an opportunity
No-one has immunity
Just be his friend and that is all

Days filled with the joy of sun
Seasons of contentment in my soul
I know before the summer’s gone
Soon I’ll hear his cold and lonely call

Black dog you’ve got a hold on me
Black dog I’m tryin’ can’t you see
In the darkest hour,
Lose your grip and let me be

Black dog you’ve got a hold on me
Black dog I’m tryin’ can’t you see
In the darkest hour,
Lose your grip and let me be

• Jazz
• jazz soul
• jazz-soul-folk
• singer-songwriter
• soul
• London