In the heart of the deepest shadows,

At the edge of the light

In the sleeping Summer garden,

Right at the edge of sight

The caress of fronded fingers whisper soft as he slips through

So close to the walls of that little whitewashed home

To that spill of amber light,

To that welcoming invite

To the souls therein oblivious,

To the wild heart padding past their door

The Brimstone fox will be waiting at the edge of the light

The Brimstone fox will come for you one dark and velvet night

Friend draw the curtains tightly 'gainst the vampire pull of dark

Draw your chair a little closer to the fire when you hear the dog-fox bark

Wrap yourselves in fragile cheer, companionship of those most dear

Lull the fear with wine and song as outside the moonlight glitters

On the glimpse of a silver tail

As the witching hour creeps closer and

The breeze stirs the ivy round the door

Come the moment when the lights go out

When your friends are gone, when you're all alone

Come the moment when the darkling tales of elf and sprite and spellbound fright

Reach questing fingers for the nursery door

The Brimstone fox will be waiting at the edge of the light

The Brimstone fox will be watching, right at the edge of sight

The Brimstone fox will come for you

Deep inside you always knew

That the Brimstone fox would come for you

One dark and velvet night

The Brimstone fox will steal your soul

Like a Bright-eyed thief  in the night

One dark and velvet night.