Fields sing a winter song

Jack frost is here again

Dressed in a cape of the blackest black silk

Looking for his oldest old friend

But nobody's seen mister fox

No-one has seen mister fox



Reds and blues dart between the trees

And this time the sky is really falling

Jack looks hard through the bracken and the thorns

Listen hey! hear him calling

But nobody's seen mister fox

Nobody's seen mister fox



Fields sing a november tale

Jack is up, set to leave

And as he spreads his cape he's blissfully unaware

Of the wild eyes watching from the trees

But not does he see mister fox

He never sees mister fox


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