well fox he died in a field last night singin la la la lala lala neath the moon and the stars all bright singin la la la lala la well fox went down in a field of corn singin la la la lala lala the flames they rose in the golden morn singin la la la lala la oh he should have run away when the spark came or the day the farmer came to raze the field oh the smoke filled the sky and burned till morning so fox took to the corn and he was healed the moon s on fire the moon s on fire the moon s on fire the moon s on fire the moon s on fire the moon s on fire and i can t see us gettin out alive well fox was born in a field of holly white blossoms fell around his feet a corn was in the vine raven spread his wings across the sky a broken tail in three and his whiskers as time went on his mind began to stray a cloud was in his eyes and fox s mind was very far away he should have run away when the spark came or the day the farmer came to raze the field oh the smoke filled the sky and burned till morning so fox took to the corn and he was healed the moon s on fire the moon s on fire the moon s on fire the moon s on fire the moon s on fire the moon s on fire and i can t see us gettin out alive the moon s on fire the moon s on fire the moon s on fire the moon s on fire the moon s on fire the moon s on fire and i can t see us gettin out alive he should have run away when the spark came or the day the farmer came to raze the field oh the smoke filled the sky and burned till morning so fox took to the corn and he was healed