Lyric

(Mmm… mmm…)

By the fire, I open an old book

"Gon, the Fox."

There was a fox. His name was Gon

He was little, and he was alone

He was naughty ── he played a trick:

He took an eel and ran

But then he heard something ──

The man's mother died

And Gon thought, and thought:

"The eel was for her…"

Every day, he brought chestnuts ──

Every day, to the door

No one saw him. No one knew

── Did you receive it? Did you receive it?

Every day, I wrote my words ──

Every day, for you

Did you receive them? Did you receive them?

── My words… did they get through?

Every day, I wrote my blog ── for my brother

Did he read it? I don't know

That night, on the mountain, I saw him

He was walking into the dark ──

He was walking through a door of night

I said… nothing. My voice was small

The door closed

He went. And I was there, on the ground

One day, the man saw something at his door ──

A fox! The naughty fox!

He took his gun. ── Bang

Then he saw the chestnuts on the ground

"Gon… was it you?"

Gon nodded, little and still

The smoke rose from the gun

── It was too late. The words were too late

Every day, he brought chestnuts ── no one knew

Every day, I write my words ── and now I know:

Words at the door are not yet received

So I go through the door!

Brother ── receive my words!

Not later. Not too late

I say them to you ── to your face, to your heart!

── Receive them! Receive them!

(Mmm…) Gon, thank you

Your chestnuts ── I received them

── Tomorrow, we go. Before the smoke. Before "too late"