Standing at
the bus stop
With my shopping
in my hands
When I'm overhearing
elderly ladies
As the rumours
start to fly
Hear them
in the school yard
In the scrap yard
in the chip shop
In the phone box
in the pool hall
At the shoe stall
every corner
turned around
It started with
a school girl
who was running
Running home to
her mam and dad
Told them
she was playing
In the change room
of her local
football side
They said
tell us again
she told them again
They said
tell us the truth
they find it
hard to believe
Cause he
taught our Steve
he even trained me
Taught Uncle John
who's a father
of three
It only takes
one tree
To make
a thousand matches
Only takes
one match
To burn
a thousand trees
a thousand trees
You see him in
the class room
in the swimming pool
Where the match
stick men are made
At the Scout's hall
at the football
Where the wise
we trust are paid
They all
honour his name
he did
a lot for the game
He got
his name knocked up
above the
sports ground gates
Now they're
ripping them down
stamping the ground
Picture gathers
dust in the bar
It only
takes one tree
To make
a thousand matches
Only takes one match
To burn
a thousand trees
a thousand trees
Wake up
and smell the rain
Shake up
he's back to stay
He hasn't been on
a holiday
Growing seeds
don't believe
Why he's been
away
in the school yard
Change room
playing fields
Bathroom
phone box
Office blocks
corners turned around
They keep
doubting the flame
tossing the blame
Got his name
knocked up
above the sports
ground gates
Now they're
ripping them down
stamping the ground
Pictures gathers
dust in the bar
in the lounge
It only takes
one tree
To make
a thousand matches
Only takes
one match
To burn
a thousand trees
a thousand trees
a thousand trees
a thousand trees