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?