I knew that autumn was on it's way,
I could see by the gilt of the cloud
s, the burnish on the bay,
A ring of effusia settled on the city
like a vision of the future
Before the scales fell away,
A vision of the future looking
And it only happens now and then -
Out of the mouth of a black dog,
Out of the terrors of 3 am,
Out of the dark and whispering fen,
I was blind then I could see,
So I hollered up to Jill,
"Come down from the mountain,
your ears are 'a burning,
it's been an other long year
But you know I'm not counting,
I dreamed you like you dreamed me,
O the bomb dreamed the fuse and
the drowner dreamed the sea",
What a strange feeling...
Yes, it's a strange feeling
And it only happens now and then -
Out of the mouth of a black dog,
Out of the terrors of 3 am,
Out of the dark and whispering fen,
I was blind then I could see,
Most of the Aegean Sea rushes in
to my bedroom and glitters for me,
The hills of Gallipoli all throw up
their bones for my industry,
So I build from the charnel the ale house,
I build from the tomb a palace of dreams,
That old barren rockface got silver seams
for a miner of middling means,
Singing poems of dissolution and schemes -
A portrait of Jack, a study in sin,
well I knew of myself before I knew of him,
Now even I couldn't tell ya
"Give it up Mary, but not by degrees,
Give it up Mary, your virtue, please..."
Into the mouth of a black dog - I go
Into the terrors of 3 am - I go
Into the dark and whispering fen - I go
I was blind then blind again
Into the mouth of a black dog - I go
Into the terrors of 3 am - I go
Into the dark and whispering fen - I go
