It’s cold out but I don’t mind it 

I’m making a fire 

Out of what I might find here 

The old and the dying 

We don’t want them coming in 

No! 

Their heavy machinery 

Messing up our young thinking 

All night long 

Now I’m here 

And you’re here 

We’re here! We’re here! 

It’s cold out 

It’s bitter winter 

We’re making a fire 

Amidst the spitting winds 

Our eyes all be wild 

And our hearts, 

Hear our hearts beat higher! 

We have such an appetite! 

And I can be kind and kinder 

I’ll be kind all night 

Now I’m here 

And you’re here 

We’re here! We’re here! 

The wind and the woods are warring 

They’re fighting the brightest fight 

But oh no, now don’t you worry 

I’ll be kind all night