[00:18.547] I smelt smoke
[00:24.562] On the wheezing of the wind when I awoke
[00:31.746] A pyre of memory
[00:35.310] Some fly-tipped treasury
[00:38.916] Out there burning slow
[00:46.483] Dark soaked fields
[00:52.231] And the snuffling wet noses at my heels
[00:59.410] Suddenly hackles raise
[01:02.552] At the crackling of the blaze
[01:06.385] Out there burning slow
[01:13.304] And sometimes I catch him
[01:18.072] With his axe in
[01:21.172] The shadow
[01:26.622] So secretive and private
[01:30.050] But I’m breathing in his life when
[01:33.498] He’s out there burning slow
[01:41.345] What a hoard
[01:46.625] It should be wild, it should be where wanderers walk
[01:54.107] That hidden wood of green
[01:57.513] The lake that he gatekeeps
[02:00.817] Yet I know not what for
[02:08.783] I would tread
[02:14.356] Build a fire and make the forest floor my bed
[02:21.458] I would forage for my meal
[02:24.761] And in doing start to heal
[02:29.311] But instead
[02:35.162] All the time I covet
[02:39.946] What he covers
[02:43.415] By the hedgerow
[02:48.738] So secretive and private
[02:52.258] But I’m breathing in his life when
[02:55.994] He’s out there burning slow
[03:05.210] Ooh-ah-ah
[03:14.710] Ooh-la-la-ooh
[03:22.517] Ooh-ah-ah
[03:30.062] And sometimes I catch him
[03:35.061] With his axe in
[03:38.227] The shadow
[03:43.695] So secretive and private
[03:47.179] But I’m breathing in his life when
[03:50.827] He’s out there burning slow