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