The village is on fire
(fetch ye lute and codpiece)
We'll dance beneath the stars
and sing until the flames cease
ah, haha ha
ah, haha ha
The children toil with wooden pails
(fetch ye lute and codpiece)
We'll strum laments to drown their wails
(whilst riding on a crazed beast)
ah haha ha
ah haha ha
The village is on fire
(fetch ye lute and codpiece)
With voices strong in smoke and mire
(unfaltering rhymes and melodies)
ah haha ha
ah haha ha
The village is on fire
(fetch ye lute and codpiece)
We'll march this minstrel choir
(twixt flaming home and fallen trees)
ah haha ha
ah haha ha
The dawn calls for a somber phrase
(fetch ye lute and codpiece)
Those that live shall hum for days
(Whilst we return to our green hills of peace)
