Lyrics:

You were brought from the workhouse to live with us
And you named yourself Dog on a very bad day
And I strayed in my youth and lost my precious dog
Whilst gazing through another new day
Where are you now my precious running dog
Who ran after me in my growing years?

Whilst hiding outside your bedroom door
Or kneeling on those scary attic stairs
I'd listen to the private conversations
That you had when you thought there was no-one there
Where are you now my precious running dog
Who ran after me in my growing years?

Wooden bed, rosary under pillow on the head
Exaggerating so she could understand what I said
And often I tried to teach her my name
Because she didn't know it she never could say it
Too young was I and too late I tried
To reach out for the flower when she died

I've recently lost a very precious running dog
Who ran after me in my growing years
And if I could bring back my running dog
I'd shower her with kisses and with tears
Where are you now my precious running dog
Who ran after me in my growing years?