A Thousand TreesThousand TreesStanding with a schoolgirl who was runningRunning home to her mum and dadThought it was who was playingAnd the changer of the locker put beside herSaid tell us again, she told him againTell us the truth, it wasn't hard to believeCause he told her it was me, even trained meTold her the job is a final threeOnly takes one treeTo make a thousand matchesOnly takes one matchTo burn a thousand treesThousand TreesSitting in the classroomOn a sewer poolWith a match that the men are madeAt the scout's hallAt the footballWith the words we trustThe pay they all honorHis name to the luck of the gameGot his name markedAnd above the sports car gatesOn a ribbon and downStabbing the groundPut your fellas dust in the barnOnly takes one treeTo make a thousand matchesOnly takes one matchTo burn a thousand treesThousand TreesThousand TreesWake up, smell the rainShake up, he's back to stayHasn't been on a holidayNo, he's aged, don't believeWhy he's been awayWhy he's been awayWhy he's been awayWhy he's been awayIn the school yardChange roomPlaying fieldBathroomPhone boxOffice boxCallers turn aroundAnd he diesIn the flameTossin' the blameGot his name markedAnd above the sports car gatesOn a ribbon and downStabbing the groundPut your fellas dust in the barnOnly takes one treeTo make a thousand matchesOnly takes one matchTo burn a thousand treesThousand TreesThousand TreesThousand TreesThousand Trees