Home Fires (家庭火灾) - Men They Couldn't Hang
Travel South from the hills
Lying covered all in fern
With wild heather down in the glen
There's a field being burned soil being turned
Ready for her seed time again
North East South Westward home
Fires on horizons grow
Seasons turn bonfires burn
Everywhere the embers blow
Everywhere the embers blow
On November the Fifth people gather on the heath
Point their Roman candles at the sky
Our of broken branch
And leaf they construct a fiery wreath
Ready for her burning of the Guy
North East South Westward home
Fires on horizons grow
Seasons turn bonfires burn
Everywhere the embers blow
Everywhere the embers blow
Half a million homes make the ruined city glow
The light in every window burns the same
Half a million fires put together makes a pyre
Chimney smoke turns into chimney flame
North East South Westward home
Fires on horizons grow
Seasons tum bonfires burn
Everywhere the embers blow
Everywhere the embers blow
Everywhere the embers blow