The Black Fox

Now jump into your spurs

Let's ride into the dawn

Hounds are coming, the huntsman winds his horn

There's no shelter for us to take

Our sly fox will show

So, forwards to the forest, we will go.

We ride we will run

We will chase the morning sun

on the tail of the fox, we'll be flying

Now listen to the cheer

That marks his frantic flight

That echoes from the deep, with great delight.

Now see the stormy sky

A perfect deluge pour

As every hound, his nose upon the floor.

We ride we will run

We will chase the morning sun

on the tail of the fox, we'll be flying

Quickly from the pack

A leader burst's again

Like autumn leaves, they scatter across the plain.

Now safely by this rock

Our hounds go driving on

To the water's edge, our leaping fox is gone

We ride we will run

We will chase the morning sun

on the tail of the fox, we'll be flying