Child Round The Fire (a song)

They walked the oak lined roads
Stretched out ahead,
Alight with the moon
In a celestial bed,
And stopped by the burial
Arms outstretched,
They saw in earth and light
A rhythm etched

There was a spark
In the wood,
Amongst the trees,
Climbing down
There I stood
At its knees
And I was reborn;
A child round the fire

Appeared like rust, metal blades
Swinging high
Your brother’s saw in the glade,
A winding sigh,
And in her bed your mother’s curtain
blown by the wind
With the baby’s cries, the cedar’s smell,
A tree’s dead limb

There was a spark
In the wood,
Amongst the trees,
Climbing down
There I stood
At its knees
And I was reborn;
A child round the fire