Lyrics

Lying here beside you in the dark
and I’m listening to the sounds of this old house.
I’m feelin’ so alone
Far from my family, my friends and companions,
all I hear are wild dogs
crying to the moon.

Growling out their sorrows
and howling lamentation,
wailing in the silvery shadow and gloom.
Calling to their comrades with a bark
and a chorus,
the wild dogs of Wakefield are crying to the moon.

I’ll sit me down a spell and I’ll mourn for the old days:
the salt chuck, the cedar, the view from my room,
sitting for tea in my garden of roses…
Now all I hear are wild dogs crying to the moon.

Growling out their sorrows
and howling lamentation,
wailing in the silvery shadow and gloom.
Calling to their comrades with a bark
and a chorus,
the wild dogs of Wakefield are crying to the moon.

Lying in this bed in the dark
and I’m listening to the sounds of this old house.
I’m feelin’ so alone.
Far from my family, my friends and companions
all I hear are wild dogs
crying to the moon.
All I hear are wild dogs
crying to the moon.