Fox in a Bush - Frankie Valli

Beneath shabby clothes and bearded face was a proud man called 'Fox in a bush'

He would never accept charity from anyone, but everyday you’d see him scraps of

food from the wide array of trashcans that lined the street

Then hurrying off like a fox with its prey, he’d return to a cold and musty

shack where he’d lay his bed

One winter morning when on his daily tour, he fell to his knees in the winter

street and before the old man met his demise

He thought to himself

Is it me behind this old and dusty face?

Was I born to lie here dying in disgrace?

There was so much in my life that’s worth remembering

As the tears I shed, lie freezing on my cheek

People passing on the street

Don’t hide their shame for me

I would beg for the lend of a hand

If I only could speak

Please god don’t turn away, I’m so afraid

A shaggy cloaked vagabond, your own castaway

When I’m gone, there’ll be no-one

To weep or mourn for me

Now it’s time, for this old man

To close his eyes