Little Foxes

Show me what I need.
Creatures tame thy greed.

Oh won't you catch for us these little foxes.
For they've been ruining our houses.
They kill off our vineyards in bloom,
And then they run away beneath the lonely moon.

Though I can feel my life slowly trying,
With the bugs and the dust I sit here dining.
Alone at this table I wait
For my friends, the rats, to finish their plate.

Wearing veils across their face
They steal away my grace.
Oh what a fool I have been
To fall for that smiling hate.

Show me what I need.
Let me see beauty and a love that does not sleep.
I want to go back home.
Give me the truth and a heart that does not bleed.

Winter's ending soon and I want to love again.
Foxes leave my land,
Go back to the shadows of your den.

In a small little hole I've been living.
I fear I've squandered all that I've been given.
Who's to blame for this vineyard so bare?
Not the rats, not the foxes, nor the hare.

With style they all plead
And my feet begin to flee from my home.
What a fool I've been
To fall for their cunning grin; their cunning grin.

Lend me some grace and guide these feet from astray,
Cause thistles and weeds allow my hopes to decay.
Clean off my hands and sweep this fear off the floor,
Cause vixens and tods have kept me tired, and my heart sore.

Show me what I need.
Let me see beauty and a love that does not sleep.
I'm coming home I'm free.
Give me the truth with a heart that does not bleed.

Show me what I need.
Let me see beauty and a love that does not sleep.
I'm coming home, I'm free.
Give me the truth with a heart that does not bleed.

I want to love more than the shade loves the tree.
I want to love more than the flower loves the bee.

Spring is coming soon,
I want to love again.
Foxes leave my land;
Go back to the shadows of your den.

Spring is coming soon,
I want to love again.
Foxes leave my land,
Before I follow you to your den;
Lead me not into sin.

I want to love again. I want to love again.