The Charley Fox

Duration

4:08

Genres

New Folk

Lyrics

Painted skies of the day dawn Gazing, eyes hone, On this revelation - To Ives head I’ll go. And lovers will betray, where landscapes do remain, So for us call this swanimote, call justice for my home. Lover of danger, Go there for life, know Moses Narcotic wager, Running from your tears towards your fall. Fire headed servant of your own abhorrence, Children of temptation, fly south hand to hold, Together you will go, as the moment takes its toll And you will fly on fire as your true love swallows tears. Lover of danger, O’er the waste, the Heather bleeds your pain. Bleak as the fog lay, Under peat you’ll bury it away Stood alone you shiver, with the mist wrapped round your shoulders like a cloak (Copper heased warrier of the night you're only battling yourself) The fox breaks his cover, Under shot gun, take your chance. Paint me, with safety, Knowing that I’d never fall astray, The mist cloaks the High Tors, Rev your engine, take toward the rocks.