Good Dog Lyrics - Incredible String Band

This dog is no puppy dog 

She's strange as the trees 

She's brown as the mountain 

And white as the breeze 

She walks on the water 

Without any boots 

Her eyes arc as fine 

As the music of flutes 

But she will not sweep chimneys 

Nor will she pluck corn 

But she is the best little dog 

That ever was born 

I have lain in the womb 

Of the rocks, cold and chill 

While she speaks in my heart 

With the voice of the hill 

And when I am risen 

And ready to run 

She will laugh without laughter 

To welcome the sun 

But she will not learn language 

Nor will she bear scorn 

But she is the best little dog 

That ever was born 

The water God offered me 

The ring of his rings 

To buy the dog from me 

To teach the poor kings 

The ring's on my finger 

The dog runs behind 

Since watery palaces 

Would never suit her mind 

But as yet she can't fly well 

Nor play on the horn 

Still she is the best little dog 

That ever was born