DESCRIPTION:
Song: Fire Wood
Artist: Martha Tilston
Album: Bimbling
Track Number: 13
Country of Origin: United Kingdom

Lyrics:

“FIRE WOOD” SECTION

Thick, thick fog is rolling in
I'm invisible
I like it a lot here
All the lights on the ships are barely breaking through
My God, it's beautiful
What is this I'm going through?

I may be gone for a while
I think I'll go for a while
I must away for a while
Collecting fire wood
When I return my arms will be full
When I return my arms will be full
When I return my arms will be full
Of fire wood
Of fire wood

I'll only be gone for a while
I need to find my smile
When I return my arms will be full
Of fire wood
Of fire wood

“SILVER” SECTION

If you're out there tonight
In the audience
I may have to keep my eyes down down throughout this song
With one eye on the door
Just in case you arrive
Don't ask me who this is for
I may have to lie
I may have to lie

Silver came like a sheet of rain
I was hiding in the van
Too scared to come out
And tell you how I feel
Too stoned to show you who I really am

And if you're travelling
Well I'll see you at the fair
But see how the lanterns hang 'round The Small World Cafe
With one eye out in the field
Just in case you drift in
I always harvest before I yield
I want to gather you in
I want to gather you in
Still, I want to gather you in
I want to gather you in

Silver came like a sheet of rain
I was singing on the stage
Too scared to look out
In case I give it away
I love you more than this augur states

And see how the lanterns hang 'round
And all are drifting towards the stage

And see how the lanterns hang 'round
And futures of brandy and chocolate and lemon and ginger
And see how the lanterns hang 'round
And the moon shines through like a pearl in the sky
And see how the lanterns hang 'round
And the wind rushes in through the gaps in the stage
Just look at the lanterns hang 'round
There's a whole conversation soaked up in the earth and the soil, down bathing in the sounds of music

See how the lanterns hang 'round The Small World Cafe
With one eye out in the field
Just in case you drift in
Why do I harvest before I yield
I want to gather you in
I want to gather you in
Still, I want to gather you in
I gonna to gather you in

Silver came like a sheet of rain
I was hiding in the van
Too scared to come out
And tell you how I feel
Too stoned to show you who I really am

Silver came like a sheet of rain
I was hiding in the van
Too scared to come out
And tell you how I feel
Too stoned to show you who I really am

And anyway, I'm too stoned to show you who I really am
Too stoned to show you who I really am

"LULLABY" SECTION

You're flat on your back
And you may stay there til morning
You're remembering the comfort that his arms gave
His arms gave
And you're aching for nothing
You'll remain there til morning

You're picking off the day before the next begins
All up to you neck in needles and pins
And the office and the busyness bustles away
You're flat on your bed and you may stay there til morning

And you remember the comfort that his arms gave
And you spelled out his name
Compelled by the same
And you're aching for nothing
You remain there til morning

And you remain there til morning
Til morning


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