big of feet, big of heart
Who loved to run and laugh and play
He'd meander across the yard
sniffing here and checking there
It was all good fun
He'd discover something new and neat
And off dear Cully'd run.
When Eve would fall there'd come a call
and Cully'd bound away
from the smells and tortoise shells
Run home at the end of the day.
But then one day the pup he played
too far from his dear home
He wandered to a neighbor's porch
and there began to moan.
Whimpers lead to whispers as the neighbor's lights turned on
The door open, Cully came in, and had himself a bone.
A woman's face, a warm embrace
held him for the time.
But at the end of the day, he was a stray
and his heart could never be mine.
A stop on the road, I lightened the load
for the happy wayward hound,
but then came the day Cully scampered away
And I knew he was homeward bound.