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 nobody's 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 nobody's seen mister fox Nobody's seen mister fox Fields sing a november tale Jack is up, set to leave And as he spreads his cape he's blissfully unaware Of the wild eyes watching from the trees But not does he see mister fox He never sees mister fox