Fox - The Builders and the Butchers

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