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Fire, Fire, the house is burning down

Fire, fire, burning to the ground

Burning to the ground


Run down to the neighbor’s

at the bottom of the ridge

Mark the fire trucks ford the creek

They’re too heavy for the bridge

I got a forty gallon rain barrel

A five gallon pail

Flinging water at the flames

All to no avail


Fire, Fire, the house is burning down

Fire, fire, burning to the ground

Burning to the ground


I know my fiddle’s in there 

but the house is filled with smoke

I crawls down on the floor

Trying not to choke

There ain’t no air to breathe

No light for to see

I feel ‘round for the fiddle

I find it and I flee


Fire, Fire, the house is burning down

Fire, fire, burning to the ground

Burning to the ground

Hear the sirens scream

See the red and blue lights flash

Watch as the house I built

Crumbles into ash

There go our belongings

The kid’s toys and the books

Pictures and old letters

I cannot help but look at the


Fire, Fire, the house is burning down

Fire, fire, burning to the ground

Burning to the ground


We built this house together

Of one mind and one heart

This is not the first time

I’ve watched it fall apart

Flames reach to the stars

Smoke blackens against the night

My heart’s been gutted

There’s nothing left to fight but the


Fire, Fire, the house is burning down

Fire, fire, burning to the ground

Burning to the ground


Fire, fire hot as our love long ago

All of its gone now like last year’s snow

Fire, fire house is burning to the ground

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

We all fall down

Fire Fire

James Leva, North Buffalo Music/Hoolawd Music – BMI

© James Leva

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