Jim Clements

The Fox In The Garden
(J. Clements)

I hadn't noticed the moon over the garden at night.
There's a fox near the gate, half out of the light.
It's been a while since my mind met a thought with a thought.
It's not something I learned; it's not something she taught.

I guess I felt at home, eager to please,
And able to mark out the edges of everything.
But now those edges are gone.

I said, "Fence me in." Not that I'd try to leave,
But there are things past that hill that I don't want to see.
So I got into bed to awake when I am old,
To stay out of the heat; to stay out of the cold.

I guess I felt at home, down on my knees,
And able to mark out the edges of everything.
But now those edges are gone.

But it's good to see the moon. It's bright than I recall,
But, then, everything is, now that I'm seeing it all.

Jim Clements – Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Richard Clements – Harmonium, Percussion
Joseph Lubinsky-Mast – Upright Bass, Bowed Bass