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There’s fire on the hill, mum, fire on the grass, dad.
There’s fire near the shed and things are looking kinda bad.
The landline’s got no signal so I’m calling on the mobile.
The roaring from the fire makes it difficult to hear.
The smoke is in me eyes, mum, I’m following me plan, dad.
There’s fire all around and things are looking kinda bad.
Till now I’d no idea how fast I’d run the quarter mile.
The heat is getting worse and I could kill an ice cold beer
It’s really closing in,
You oughta hear the din
There’s fire in the trees, mum, I’m down here on me knees, dad.
There’s fire in the air and things are looking kinda bad.
The pumps have done their duty and the water’s running dry.
It’s blowin’ like a cyclone and me throat is fit to burst.
I love ya with me heart, mum, I’m wishing I was there, dad.
There’s fire near the dam and things are looking kinda bad.
It’s lucky that you didn’t pick today to come on by.
In all the preparations this was not what we rehearsed
We’ve fought it with our hands mum, fought with all our heart, dad.
And now we need to run, the car won’t start.
I know a hug is what you want
But just in case I can’t....
© W. J. Dettmer 16- 02- 2009