A Good Fire

I remember hearing "severed!" for the first time
When I was thirteen years old
A large field burning outside Damascus
In the grips of October's cold

All the books in a boxwood pine
Who among us can deny
We love a good fire
We love a good fire

I made eyes with a girl whose name
I cannot really remember
Then again that was some thirty years ago
And our words have been lost to the tinder

All the books in a boxwood pine
Who among us can deny
We love a good fire
We love a good fire

Like a babe in the woods
I knew right there that I'd been had
Like a lamb among the wolves
I knew right there that I'd been had

This rusted hatchet
Weighs much too heavy in the hand
And all across my countryside
No longer trees do stand
Sycamore, oak and ash
Nothing in this world can ever last
Can ever last

Now a geezer's nightmare
Slowly unfolds
The sound of English rain
Pisses on the coals

All the books in a boxwood pine
Who among us can deny
We love a good fire
We love a good fire
We love a good fire
Who doesn't love a good fire?