The Foxes That Spoil the Vineyard

There's two texts in the song, something's like to put together. One of it is a nuptial image. I beloved is mine and I'm his. But then he's banner over me is love. What we're getting to is elucidated here to catch the foxes. Cross the little foxes that make habit of the convenience. Our vineyards are in flower. My beloved is my name is whoo. See that? Go on. Keep reading though because okay. Yeah.