Song: Kitsune Gardens.
Kitsune, kitsune, riding the rails,
Chasing the sunrise and chasing your tails.
Counting off miles like the beads on a string --
You can do as you like, so you'll do everything.
Kitsune, kitsune, bright-eyed and free...
When journey's done, won't you come home to me?
I have made you a garden; I've planted you roses.
Roses don't wander, it's true.
But the thing about roses that nobody knows is
That each one's a wish coming true.
We count out their petals to learn who our loves are,
We trust them to show us the way,
And I hope that you know, as you're there in the train car,
This garden is where you should stay.
Now kitsune girls have a talent for leaving,
And I'd never ask you to change.
We offer our hands and our hearts by believing
That love can reach over the range.
I count out the petals that fall every morning,
I save them in glasses and jars,
And one day I know it's the road you'll be scorning,
When all of the future is ours.
Kitsune, kitsune, riding the rails,
Chasing the sunrise and chasing your tails.
Counting off miles like the beads on a string --
You can do as you like, so you'll do everything.
Kitsune, kitsune, bright-eyed and free...
When journey's done, won't you come home to me?
Now kitsune girls love the sound the wind makes
When it blows them the rumors of home,
And coyote girls love the way the day breaks
On the mornings they're destined to roam,
And wolf-girls love running, and jackdaw girls fly,
While Canada's white fox girls dance with the sky,
And they all love their roses, their gardens, their walls,
And the people who wait for them when the road calls...
I have made you a garden, I've tended and tendered
The springtime inside of its walls,
And I know when the autumn comes, we'll have surrendered
To time, and the way that it falls.
You'll count out the petals and make me a garden
Of pumpkin vines, yarrow, and corn,
And I'll run the roads as the frost starts to harden --
We are what we are, and we never will mourn,
Oh kitsune, kitsune, riding the rails,
Chasing the sunrise and chasing your tails.
Counting off miles like the beads on a string --
You can do as you like, so you'll do everything.
Kitsune, kitsune, bright-eyed and free...
When journey's done, won't you come home to me?
Kitsune, kitsune, bright-eyed and free.
When journey's done, won't you come home to me?
Chasing the sunrise and chasing your tails.
Counting off miles like the beads on a string --
You can do as you like, so you'll do everything.
Kitsune, kitsune, bright-eyed and free...
When journey's done, won't you come home to me?
I have made you a garden; I've planted you roses.
Roses don't wander, it's true.
But the thing about roses that nobody knows is
That each one's a wish coming true.
We count out their petals to learn who our loves are,
We trust them to show us the way,
And I hope that you know, as you're there in the train car,
This garden is where you should stay.
Now kitsune girls have a talent for leaving,
And I'd never ask you to change.
We offer our hands and our hearts by believing
That love can reach over the range.
I count out the petals that fall every morning,
I save them in glasses and jars,
And one day I know it's the road you'll be scorning,
When all of the future is ours.
Kitsune, kitsune, riding the rails,
Chasing the sunrise and chasing your tails.
Counting off miles like the beads on a string --
You can do as you like, so you'll do everything.
Kitsune, kitsune, bright-eyed and free...
When journey's done, won't you come home to me?
Now kitsune girls love the sound the wind makes
When it blows them the rumors of home,
And coyote girls love the way the day breaks
On the mornings they're destined to roam,
And wolf-girls love running, and jackdaw girls fly,
While Canada's white fox girls dance with the sky,
And they all love their roses, their gardens, their walls,
And the people who wait for them when the road calls...
I have made you a garden, I've tended and tendered
The springtime inside of its walls,
And I know when the autumn comes, we'll have surrendered
To time, and the way that it falls.
You'll count out the petals and make me a garden
Of pumpkin vines, yarrow, and corn,
And I'll run the roads as the frost starts to harden --
We are what we are, and we never will mourn,
Oh kitsune, kitsune, riding the rails,
Chasing the sunrise and chasing your tails.
Counting off miles like the beads on a string --
You can do as you like, so you'll do everything.
Kitsune, kitsune, bright-eyed and free...
When journey's done, won't you come home to me?
Kitsune, kitsune, bright-eyed and free.
When journey's done, won't you come home to me?