Standing at the bus stop with my shopping in my hands.
And I'm overhearing elder ladies
As the rumours start to fly
hear them in the schoolyard.
In the scrapyard.
In the chip shop.
In the phone box.
In the pool hall.
At the shoe store.
Every corner turned around
It started with a school girl,
Who was running,
Running home to her Mam and Dad
Told them she was playing,
In the change room
Of the local football side.
They said: tell us again,
She told them again,
Tell us the truth,
We find it hard To believe.
Cause he thought our Steve,
Even trained me,
Taught Uncle John
Who's a father of three.
Only takes one tree, to make a thousand matches
Only takes one match, to burn a thousand trees
a thousand trees
see it in the classroom,
Or the swimming pool,
Where the matchstick men are made,
At the scout's hall,
At the football,
Where the wise we trusted are paid
They all honour his name.
did a lot for the game.
got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates.
But now they're ripping them down,
Stamp on the ground
Picture gathers dust in the bar and lounge
Only takes one tree, to make a thousand matches
Only takes one match, to burn a thousand trees
1000 trees
Wake up and smell the rain.
Shake up, he's back to stay.
hasn't been on a holiday.
growing seeds don't believe.
Why he's been away.
From the schoolyard.
Changing room.
Playing field.
Bathroom.
Phone box.
Office blocks.
Corners turned around.
They keep doubting the flame,
Tossing the blame.
Got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates.
And they're ripping them down,
Stamping the ground
Picture gathers dust in the bar and lounge
Only takes one tree, to make a thousand matches
Only takes one match, to burn a thousand trees
1000 trees
1000 trees
1000 trees
1000 trees