A Thousand Trees
Standing at the bus stop with my shopping in my hands,
When I'm overhearing elder ladies,
As the rumours start to fly.
You can hear them in the school yard,
in the scrap yard, in the chip shop, in the phone box, in the pool hall,
At the shoe store,
Every corner turned around.
It started with a school girl,
Who was running,
Running home to her Mam and Dad.
Told them she was playing,
In the change room of her local football side,
They said tell us again,
So she told them again,
They said tell us the truth.
We find it hard to believe
Cause he taught our Steve,
He even trained me,
Taught Uncle John whose father of three.
But it only takes one tree,
to make 1000 matches,
only takes one match,
to burn 1000 trees,
1000 trees.
You see it in the classroom,
In the swimming pool,
Where the matchstick men are made,
At the scout's hall,
At the football,
Where the wise we trust are paid.
They all honour his name,
He did a lot for the game,
He got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates,
But now they're ripping them down, stamping the ground,
Picture gathers dust behind the bar in the lounge.
But it only takes one tree,
To make 1000 matches,
Only takes one match,
To burn 1000 trees,
1000 trees.
Wake up, smell the rain,
Shake up, he's back to stay,
He hasn't been on a holiday,
His growing seeds,
Don't believe, why he's been away.
In the school yard, change room,
Playing field, bathroom,
Phone box, office blocks,
Corners turned around.
They keep doubting the flame,
Tossing the blame,
Got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates.
And they're ripping them down, stamping the ground,
Picture gathers dust in the bar in the lounge.
But it only takes one tree,
to make 1000 matches,
only takes one match,
to burn 1000 trees,
1000 trees,
1000 trees,
1000 trees.
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We've got the dreamers disease..
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