A Good Fire

I remember hearing Sabbath for the first time
When I was thirteen years old
A large field party outside Damascus
In the grips of October’s cold
Alder birch cedar 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 can not clearly remember
Then again, that was some thirty years ago
And our words have been lost to the timber
Alder birch cedar 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
Alder birch cedar 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?