Song to a Fox - Rachel Sermanni

Balanced on the railway track

I felt your eyes upon my back

The London train moved swiftly

Past to cover silent ground

Darting through your shrouded woods

Ignite your fire and douse my good

Your smoky trail a path I’ll suit

I find myself alone

I was dancing on the road

When lights cast shadows where I strode

Though fast my legs could fairly go

I could not get away

She has eyes as sharp as knives

A face more soft than snow

I watch her from my oldest life

I wonder if she knows

Sense her like my best kept thought

There still with my thickest blood

Like bees and toast to honey pots

We stick ourselves to sweet

I I I

I was dancing in the rain

Seep through my clothes and my pale skin

Lights twinkle round me as I spin

And we both dance away

Ah ah ah ah