"Red Ribbon Foxes"



There's snow on your collar, boy

There's snow on the bench

There's snow on the sleeping grave

And the crooked fence



And if you've been crying 

With my hand on my chest 

I swear I'll never tell



The town is aglow with lights

The carolers sing

You sister won't sleep tonight

For the morning brings 

That old happy Christmas 

You came here to find it

I did as well



For joy doesn't come in boxes 

Nor peace in a heavy watch

Those red ribbon foxes are not so easy caught

But the search it never stops



The son of a holy man

You dream of the saints

So thin with your poet hands 

And your eyes of flame



And I'd like to kiss you

Full on the mouth

I don't care if you tell



For love doesn't come in boxes 

Nor truth in a crowded shop

Those red ribbon foxes are not so easy caught

But the search it never stops



For faith doesn't come in boxes 

Nor God in your silver cross

Those red ribbon foxes are not so easy caught

But the search goes on and on

The search it never stops