The border collie waits for work,

he loves the gate that takes him there,

he loves the car or truck that drives  him,

he loves the man or women that brings him

to his work,

he loves the sheep he herds.

In his dreams, he is working or waiting to work,

those are the two places he dwells,

they say he is devoted to me,

it is so touching,

when I die he will mourn for me,

and look for me for the rest of his days,

I smile and wink at him, I know you,

I say, we have our own secret,

I have left instructions.

When I die, she will take you to the big sheep farm

over the hill, she will toss you over the fence in the middle

of the way, you will never blink or look back,

you will wait for work,

and love the gate that takes you there,

you blessed thing,

you owe me nothing but your joy.

I wish you golden fields with no boundaries,

sheep stretching to the horizon.