Fox on the run
Manfred Mann Lyrics


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She walked through the corn leading down to the river,
her hair shone like gold in the hot morning sun.
She took all the love that a poor boy could give her,
and left me to die like the fox on the run.

Like the fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the run.

Everybody knows the reason for the fall,
when woman tempted man down in paradise's hall.
This woman tempted me, oh yes, then took me for a ride
but like the lonely fox I need a place to hide.

Like the fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the run.

Come take a glass of wine and fortify your soul,
we'll talk about the world and friends we used to know.
I'll illustrate a girl who put me on the floor.
The game is nearly up, the hounds are at my door.





Like the fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the run.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Manfred Mann's song "Fox on the Run" tell a story of heartbreak and betrayal. The singer describes how he was in love with a woman who took all the love he had to give her, only to abandon him like a fox on the run. The imagery of the corn leading down to the river and the hot morning sun add to the sense of loss and despair.


The song then takes on a more philosophical tone as the singer reflects on the reasons for man's downfall, specifically in reference to the temptation of women. He admits that he too was tempted by this woman, but like the lonely fox, he now needs a place to hide. The final stanza speaks to the idea of finding solace in friendship and alcohol before the game is up and the hounds are at his door.


Overall, the lyrics of "Fox on the Run" capture the emotions of heartbreak, betrayal, and the need for escape. The use of animal imagery and references to paradise further add to the weight of the song's lyrics.


Line by Line Meaning

She walked through the corn leading down to the river,
She strolled through the cornfield, which ended at the river.


her hair shone like gold in the hot morning sun.
Her hair was brilliantly golden, reflecting the shining heat of morning sun.


She took all the love that a poor boy could give her,
She absorbed every fraction of love a financially deprived boy had to offer.


and left me to die like the fox on the run.
Afterward, she abandoned me to die miserably, just like the fleeing fox.


Everybody knows the reason for the fall,
Everyone recognizes why the failure occurred.


when woman tempted man down in paradise's hall.
When a woman lured a man, and both approached the entrance of paradise.


This woman tempted me, oh yes, then took me for a ride
This woman allured me, and later deceived me without a doubt.


but like the lonely fox I need a place to hide.
Similar to how the solitary fox, I must conceal myself.


Come take a glass of wine and fortify your soul,
Take a glass of wine with me, to strengthen your inner self.


we'll talk about the world and friends we used to know.
We shall discuss the world and our former comrades.


I'll illustrate a girl who put me on the floor.
I will describe a girl who made me plummet to the ground.


The game is nearly up, the hounds are at my door.
The time is running out, and the dogs are pressing up against my entrance.


Like the fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the run.
Just like the fox, I am on the run, on the run.




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@Southcoasting

Fox on the Run


Manfred Mann
(lyrics by Tony Hazzard)

She walked through the corn leading down to the river.
Her hair shone like gold in the hot morning sun.
She took all the love that a poor boy could give her
And left me to die like the fox on the run.


Like the fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the run.


Everybody knows the reason for the fall
When woman tempted man down in paradise's hall.
This woman tempted me all right, then took me for a ride
But like the lonely fox I need a place to hide.


Like the fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the run.


Come take a glass of wine and fortify your soul.
We'll talk about the world and friends we used to know.
I'll illustrate, a girl put me on the floor.
The game is nearly up, the hounds are at my door.


Like the fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the run.






Tony Hazzard wrote the words but also listed songwriters: Brian Francis Connolly / Stephen Norman Priest / Michael Thomas Tucker / Andrew Scott (Fox on the Run lyrics Β© Warner/Chappell Music, Inc)



All comments from YouTube:

@johnhale8118

I am 64 and remember hearing it for the first time, it still has the same magical effect listening to it now as it did then.

@MrsBeasley55

same here 🎢

@user-jr5hv3xb3m

In 1967 I was 14. Great time

@imwatchingyou6113

One of my favourite songs to... πŸ‘ Two years up on you bro...

@keithculley8041

Same

@paul_109

I can't quite explain it but there's nothing that can get even close to the sound of guitars in songs from the 60s
I love it

@JasonMoffatt

I'd say this gets close ;) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=csoF51nEtc8

@kjr2868

I would say it was the Marshell amps PLUS the better 'musicianship' gained from 1000s of hours of practice, no TV, no internet to distract you! As they say genius is 10% talent adn 90% sweat!

@SomeInterestingName

​@@kjr2868well not everyone used Marshall amplifiers, many used Vox. Most likely it's the analogue sound production from the amps using valves, electronic instruments still being quite "raw" as they'd not long been invented, and the better musicianship of just about everyone, as many pop musicians were classically or formally trained. Subsequent decades gave rise to more self taught musicians (punk in particular) who learnt how to play solely by playing the pop music that came before. The 50s and 60s had little to nothing like their own sound to go on, which is why, in part, it's so "different".

@Madda640

This song was a time and place - and will never be forgotten - what a gem.

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