The Builders and the Butchers - Fox

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Well Fox he died in a field last night
Singin' la la la lala lala
'Neath the moon and the stars all bright
Singin' la la la lala la
Well Fox went down in a field of corn
Singin' la la la lala lala
The flames they rose in the golden morn
Singin' la la la lala la
Oh, he should have run away when spark came
Or the day the farmer came to raze the field
Oh, the smoke filled the sky and burned till morning
So Fox took to the corn and he was healed
The moon’s on fire, the moon’s on fire
The moon’s on fire, the moon’s on fire
The moon’s on fire, the moon’s on fire
And I can’t see us gettin' out alive
Well Fox was born in a field of holly
White blossoms fell around his feet
A corn was in the vine
Raven spread his wings across the sky
A broken tail in three
And his whiskers
As time went on
His mind began to stray
A cloud was in his eyes
And Fox’s mind was very far away
Oh, he should have run away when spark came
Or the day the farmer came to raze the field
Oh, the smoke filled the sky and burned till morning
So Fox took to the corn and he was healed
The moon’s on fire, the moon’s on fire
The moon’s on fire, the moon’s on fire
The moon’s on fire, the moon’s on fire
And I can’t see us gettin' out alive
The moon’s on fire, the moon’s on fire
The moon’s on fire, the moon’s on fire
The moon’s on fire, the moon’s on fire
And I can’t see us gettin' out alive
He should have run away when spark came
Or the day the farmer came to raze the field
Oh, the smoke filled the sky and burned till morning
So Fox took to the corn and he was healed