Vixen

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