| The Fire |
|---|
| From the top of my tree |
| I thought I could see you |
| From each brance as I |
| Worked my way around |
| Leaving darling I’m here |
| Carved in each I passed |
| Hoping you would admire |
| My attempt to outlast |
| The beating rain like a |
| Sheet on the line |
| A fire’s coming |
| And it’s coming for |
| You soon my son |
| Tell me will |
| You be ready? |
| Is my question |
| To you my love |
| And I’ve grown |
| Accustom to things that |
| I will never understand |
| Maybe when I die I can |
| Come down and put Your |
| Hand on my shoulder |
| My heart feels so young |
| But my bodies getting older |
| God I’m standing here |
| With an open heart |
| A fire’s coming |
| And it’s coming for |
| You soon my son |
| Tell me will |
| You be ready? |
| Is my question |
| To you my love |
