Carrying The Fire

They were wandering the roads with nowhere to hide

carrying the fire, carrying the fire

skin and bones and barely alive,

carrying the fire

Crushed down driven to hell

carrying the fire, carrying the fire

By the brute force of Oliver Cromwell

carrying the fire, carrying the fire

There were lost half a million lives

Those that lived made sure the tale survived

On hundreds of ships crossing the seven seas

To Botany Bay, New York and Mississippi,

through the cracks in godless concrete streets

life bloomed like some rebel weed

Escape from the city to the country

On a freight ship he came from the east

carrying the fire, carrying the fire

In a hotel she cooks and cleans

carrying the fire, carrying the fire

He said I don’t know a soul in this strange place

She said come on upstairs, come on inside

We’re gonna keep warm

We’re gonna survive

Carrying the fire.