The Fox

Three years round the mountain yonder
Goes the old fox treading wonder
Cross the great river - not yet there
Sense every change in the evening air
Ice is thin and cracks are many
No one to witness the silent journey

The fox trots on, the fox trots on
The fox trots on, the fox trots on

The final toss beyond the known
Cast off robes, renounce the thrown
Round and round the circle of stones
Where sweetgrass, the sage and the clover grow
Veils unveiled in the valley of truth
The old crone laughs with her toe bone and tooth
There is one sound that no one knows
A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose

The fox trots on, the fox trots on
The fox trots on, the fox trots on

At the end of the day as the sun is settin' now
No use worrying - no use fretting
Where we're going - or where we're heading
Around the next bend a new beginning now
Sometimes the prey and sometimes the predator
The fox trots on makes neither his master
On this wheel of life - we are passengers
Life is tricky, don't shoot the messenger

The fox trots on, the fox trots on
The fox trots on, the fox trots on
The fox trots on, the fox trots on
The fox trots on, the fox trots on



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Writer(s): Parker Johnson
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