There's a grey black smoke column Rising over Valley Heights' way Heralding A warning on this heat-oppressed day. And the birds and the animals Now they are standing still Statue-like It's eerie on this heat oppressed day. Around late afternoon The fire starts its run Moving fast Spurred on by the wind that has begun Chorus: For there's a fire and it's coming Racing up the ridges through the trees There's no time to think, you just act on instinct There's a killer and it's trying to be free There's a killer and it's after you and me. The animals are rounded up And brought close to the home In readiness No need for them to face this fire alone It roars its way through the bush The gum trees scream their plight Pathetic cries Unnerving in the smoky bushland light The bush explodes all around And leaves burst from the trees Balls of fire There is no time to think, "When will it ease?" And just as quickly it races past And leaves your troubled mind Wondering How this killer left some life behind. © Jim Low
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