Looking for a Bonfire
Tom Robinson
Been collecting pennies
In a hat and a mask
On a cold November evening
Before the fireworks start
Woodsmoke drifting into the trees
Crackle of bracken and burning leaves
At the height of the season
I'm looking for a bonfire...
See the smoke and cinders fly
Feel as if I'm on fire
Just another jealous guy
Looking for a bonfire
Well we found our matches
And we started a spark
Now we're touching the paper
And standing back in the dark
Hot potato - better for some
But I've burnt my fingers
And bitten my tongue
I can never remember:
I'm looking for a bonfire...
See the smoke and cinders fly
Feel as if I'm on fire
Just another jealous guy
Looking for a bonfire
I don't want to turn away
We've been on the wheel
Now we're watching it
Burn away
