When I'm overhearring elder ladies, as the rumours start to fly
You can hear them in the school yard,
scrap yard, chip shop, phone box, in the pool hall, at the shoe stall,
Every corner turned around
It started with the 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, so she told them again
They said tell us the truth they found it hard to believe
Cos he taught our Stece, he even trained me,
Taught uncle John who's father of three
But it only takes one tree, to make a thousand matches
Only takes on match to burn a thousand trees, thousand trees
You see it in the class room in the swimming pool
Where the match stick men are made
At the scouts 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,
But now they are ripping them down, stamping the ground
Pictures gathers dust behine the bar in the lounge
But it only takes one tree, to make a thousand matches
Only takes one match to burn a thousand trees, thousand trees
Wake up and smell the rain, shake up he's back to stay
He hasn't been on a holiday
His 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
But now they're ripping it down, stamping the ground
Pictures gathers dust in the bar in the lounge
Only takes one tree, to make a thousand matches
Only takes on match to burn a thousand trees
A thousand trees
