I heard Michael Cooney sing this song on the radio back in the 80s. I happened to have the tape recorder running and I have been singing it ever since. I call it "Sheepdog". I don't know what Michael calls it.

Such a dreadful thing is life,
She was going to be my wife.
Linda was her name,
I loved her sweet and true.
A week before our wedding day,
My darling gentle fiancé ,
Killed in such and awful way,
Oh, what's a boy to do.

Oh my heart is full of pain,
It's more than I can bear
The honeymoon won't be the same
Without my Linda there.

She was going into town
To pick up here wedding gown.
She was going by the church
In which we were to wed.
When suddenly, I know no why.
When suddenly, I do not lie.
When suddenly a sheepdog fell
And hit her on the head.

They say we should not question why,
That god must have a plan;
But sheepdogs falling from the sky,
I do not understand.