I remember hearing Sabbath for the first time When I was thirteen years old A large field party outside Damascus In the grips of October's cold Alder birch cedar boxwood pine Who among us can deny? We love a good fire We love a good fire I made eyes with a girl whose name I can not clearly remember Then again That was some thirty years ago And our words have been lost to the timber Alder birch cedar boxwood pine Who among us can deny? We love a good fire We love a good fire Like a babe in the woods I knew right there, that I'd been had Like a lamb among the wolves I knew right there, that I'd been had This rusted hatchet weighs Much too heavy in the hand And all across my countryside No longer trees do stand Sycamore, oak, and ash Nothing in this world can ever last Can ever last Now a geezer's nightmare Slowly unfolds The sound of English Rain pisses on the coals Alder birch cedar boxwood pine Who among us can deny? We love a good fire We love a good fire We love a good fire Who doesn't love a good fire?