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