The Red Glove

[Verse]
You stole the red glove from the porch
And tucked it underneath the shed
By morning all the frost had lifted
You watched the sparrows overhead

[Chorus]
Little fox, turn your face to me
You run where the tall grass parts
With a rust-red tail and a thief’s bright eyes
And a map no fence can mark

[Outro]
The red glove waits beside the gate
You leave it there at dawn