Why do we

want to be

ballerinas when we grow up

when we grow up

little boys dream the night away

with fighting fires

when we grow up

torlege releve rondejambe

and found and up

found and up

firemen slide on down the pole and sound

the siren

everybody up


all is well in my sorrow

isn't she a beauty

burning hall

ash and shadow

here comes the hero


little eyes

small but wide

young but wiser

all looking up

all looking up

for your hat

and your axe

and your yellow jacket

daddy get up

ash to ash dust to dust

none could muster

daddy get up

daddy get up

they see what you couldn't do

when consumed by fire


days glow 

sleep in the hollow

dreams in the hollow

pesky old crow

heather and thistle

no prints to follow

hope that they follow

hope's all they know


all is well in my sorrow

isn't she a beauty

burning hall

ash and shadow

here comes the hero


oh i tried to put it out

but the big tree was falling

and now i find him reaching out

but the big tree it fell


cross the sea

her dancing broken dream

so i'm lacing up

i'm lacing up

for musing starts

in broken hearts

the most courageous beauty

so i'm lacing up

mother's milk

ragged silk

chalk's in the hall tree

tattered toe shoes

broken toes

releve turn and pray

for mother's broken dancer


days glow..

all is well..