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 nobodys 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 nobodys seen mister fox
Nobodys seen mister fox
Fields sing a november tale
Jack is up, set to leave
And as he spreads his cape hes blissfully unaware
Of the wild eyes watching from the trees
But not does he see mister fox
He never sees mister fox