Holly Throsby Making A Fire
It’s cold out but I don’t mind it
I’m making a fire
Out of what I might find here
The old and the dying
We don’t want them coming in
No!
Their heavy machinery
Messing up our young thinking
All night long
Now I’m here
And you’re here
We’re here! We’re here!
It’s cold out
It’s bitter winter
We’re making a fire
Amidst the spitting winds
Our eyes all be wild
And our hearts,
Hear our hearts beat higher!
We have such an appetite!
And I can be kind and kinder
I’ll be kind all night
Now I’m here
And you’re here
We’re here! We’re here!
The wind and the woods are warring
They’re fighting the brightest fight
But oh no, now don’t you worry
I’ll be kind all night.
