It had taken her a long time

Suddenly back on its own

To sit, friendless & alone

She is friendless and alone

I'm a vixen on its own







The triple gang & the throng

Did not feel helpless or alone 





The vixen got no friends

She needs a poison pen

Even in Switzerland

The people cry "vixen"







Silver cross, all alone

The bird had flown

With their omen they'll fly

Had flown, silver cross

All alone

(So millions were broken hearted)

All alone, with no home

It's all alone







And some night, wind moves the leaves

They pick themselves up & run

Perhaps all that night possessed no way of telling time





It had taken her a long time

Suddenly back on its own

To sit, friendless & alone

She is friendless and alone

A man's trust, [appalling/a pole in] debt 

To sit friendless and alone

With no home, with no home

Vixen's got no home

She is friendless and alone

A long time on its own

It shone around her

Triple gang