| "The Fire Burns" (Tune: "The Thunder Rolls" by Garth Brooks. Three-thirty in the morning Not a soul awake Except the Minister of Justice In front of his hearth he quakes He stares obsessivly into the flames His heart will know no rest He's thinking of that gypsy Whom he tried to arrest And the fire burns..... And the fire burns.... Soon he tells his soldiers To search the entire town And find that wicked gypsy So he can bring her down He'll burn down the city While on this lustful quest He'll even kill his own men While his mind is posessed And the fire burns..... And the fire burns.... The fire burns And the flames they strike A heart desperatly yerns On a sleepless night As the conflagration blazes and turns Deep in his heart The fire burns Finally he's got her He ties her to a stake Steps up to her and announces "Your words will seal your fate I can save you from the flames If you will be my own" And the flames of rage flash in her eyes And he knows that she won't And the fire burns..... And the fire burns.... The fire burns And the flames they strike A heart desperatly yerns On a sleepless night As the conflagration blazes and turns Deep in his heart The fire burns Back to Random Creative Works Back to Index |