In the fields, the foxes watch with yellow eyes Autumn brings you back in the ache of burning leaves I brought whispers for your skin and daisies for your hair In knotted threads and twined, without end or crown or throne But this bed of cautious roses and dully gleaming stones In the fields the foxes watch with yellow eyes Can I hold you for a moment in a mask of sepia? Before it falls from my hand to a soughing wind I brought whispers for your skin, and daisies for your hair I think, perhaps, you were never really here But hear again your soft-caught vixen cry In the fields, the foxes watch with yellow eyes How they approached, with equal parts temerity and care To tremble at your outstretched hand I brought whispers for your skin, and daisies for your hair So strange, that they have come Here again to say goodbye In the fields, the foxes watch with yellow eyes I brought whispers for your skin, and a crown of daisies For your hair
