He used to smile, happy wrinkles on his face

Like good times he'd collected on his forehead

He only went away to get tobacco for his pipe,

Food for his broth, and clothes for his wife

And his dog, he had time to play with his dog,

Old Faithful, a rusty-coloured dog

He watched it grow up, and they would grow old and die

Together, side by side

And one day he was reading the paper, and

He got a letter that wiped his kind wrinkles away

Old Faithful licked his hands while he packed a bag

With a picture of his wife, and some of her perfume

And a bit of hair, from Old Faithful, who lay side by side to him

Red hair, like a flame in his heart, like a lamp

Lighting his way back home to the old porch

He went away in a truck full of men,

Old Faithful, tail wagging, tongue lolling,

He was a sunny dog, a clueless dog,

A loyal dog of russet brown, a dog who

Stayed on his porch, in the sun, in the snow,

When it's raining, he was out there, never moved

'Till his master came home, good times in his voice

'Till they could play ball, and sit side by side

But he never came home again.

Old Faithful died on the porch

For fifteen years he had waited

He never stopped hoping, always

Panting mouth, wagging tail, and

he and his master did grow old,

And although they didn't die together,

They're most definetely playing ball in heaven

Together, Side by Side