Standing at the bus stop
With my shopping in my hands
When I'm overhearing 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 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
So she told them again
They said tell us the truth
They found it hard to believe
Cause he taught our Steve
He even trained me
Taught Uncle John who's a father of three
But it only takes one tree to make a thousand matches
Only takes one match to burn
A 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 honor 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
Picture gathers dust behind the bar in the lounge
It takes only one tree to make a thousand matches
Only takes one match to burn
A 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
Corner 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 them down
Stamping the ground
Picture gathers dust in the bar in the lounge
It takes only one tree to make a thousand matches
It only takes one match to burn
A thousand trees
