Solene's Painted Trail

Lyrics

Transcribed from the recording — close to the song, but not always word-perfect.

Orange fur against the green, a clever fox is rarely seen.
Through the hall and past the door, she tracks her paws across the floor.
Eight years of sun inside her eyes, watching how the numbers rise.
One plus two, a perfect count, the hills of knowledge that she'll mount.
Oh, Solene our golden fox, opening all the heavy locks.
Heavy learning, fast and growing tall, hearing wisdom when they call.
A clever mind and a tale that sweeps while the rest of the forest sleeps.
Two small kids follow where she goes, dusty ears and wet noses.
Learning trails and forest ways, guided through the childhood maze.
They listen well to the mother's word, the kindest voice they've ever heard.
And with the cousins, the pack is wide, playing games from side to side.
But when the sun begins to dip, she holds a brush with steady grip.
Blue for river, yellow for grain, she paints the world in Solene.
Oh, Solene our golden fox, opening all the heavy locks.
Heavy learning, fast and growing tall, hearing wisdom when they call.
A clever mind and a tale that sweeps while the rest of the forest sleeps.
Grow and learn, little fox.