All The Dogs Are Lying Down

I saw prayers being made with
Plastic rosaries
Carpets laid
No thought for furniture
All the dogs are lying down
All the dogs are lying
All the dogs are lying down
All the dogs are lying
As I crept 'way with cracking bones
The steeple rose the way I know
The steeple ?? has set me down
I listen to the furnished ground
She said soft things, said, «One who lay
Ought turn to see the one turn gray
An ash? burnt? brimmed with nought he wept
And to the ground my ear had bent
Say softer things and as hath I
The while my horse had run a mile
And lying in the black I wept
For ne’er a lad so wayward crept
Listening hard I felt too young
The wayward saw with older tongues
Screws on screws on left down lip
I’ll burn my day, rue my night
Lost in the battle and found in the fight
Three bought flash tame
Jump up sick flames
One left and one gone
Nine left and I’m gone
I’m gone. I’m gone. I’m gone
I saw prayers being made with, plastic rosaries
Carpets laid, no thought for furniture
All the dogs are lying down
All the dogs are lying
All the dogs are lying down
All the dogs are lying