[00:18.547] I smelt smoke[00:24.562] On the wheezing of the wind when I awoke[00:31.746] A pyre of memory[00:35.310] Some fly-tipped treasury[00:38.916] Out there burning slow[00:46.483] Dark soaked fields[00:52.231] And the snuffling wet noses at my heels[00:59.410] Suddenly hackles raise[01:02.552] At the crackling of the blaze[01:06.385] Out there burning slow[01:13.304] And sometimes I catch him[01:18.072] With his axe in[01:21.172] The shadow[01:26.622] So secretive and private[01:30.050] But I’m breathing in his life when[01:33.498] He’s out there burning slow[01:41.345] What a hoard[01:46.625] It should be wild, it should be where wanderers walk[01:54.107] That hidden wood of green[01:57.513] The lake that he gatekeeps[02:00.817] Yet I know not what for[02:08.783] I would tread[02:14.356] Build a fire and make the forest floor my bed[02:21.458] I would forage for my meal[02:24.761] And in doing start to heal[02:29.311] But instead[02:35.162] All the time I covet[02:39.946] What he covers[02:43.415] By the hedgerow[02:48.738] So secretive and private[02:52.258] But I’m breathing in his life when[02:55.994] He’s out there burning slow[03:05.210] Ooh-ah-ah[03:14.710] Ooh-la-la-ooh[03:22.517] Ooh-ah-ah[03:30.062] And sometimes I catch him[03:35.061] With his axe in[03:38.227] The shadow[03:43.695] So secretive and private[03:47.179] But I’m breathing in his life when[03:50.827] He’s out there burning slow