Everything is burning
Nothing's safe tonight
Trees turn into big sticks
On fire, burning bright
Warm is where the blaze is
Bonfire we did build
Lifting logs all over
We'll never return
We just watch them burn

It's firewood going on the bonfire
Burning into ashes, ashes, ashes
Just firewood
Charred up and of no use
Lively flames will light it
Light it
Light it

The fifth of November
So it's Guy Fawkes' Night
People in the park watch
Rockets explode bright
Buying treacle toffee
And baked potatoes
Turning to the fire we
Watch an old gate glow

Neighbours couldn't wait until it did happen
Now it really is the end of that chair
I'm not sorry that it's become firewood
We're keeping so warm from that flaming glare

Run out of newspaper
Cosy night indoors
Go out in the cold air
Find logs that are yours
Bring them to the front room
Shove them in the grate
Find a box of matches
Burn them up till late
Till they are just ash

It's firewood - get it on the hearth now
Chopped into big chunks to burn to cinders
Such firewood
Keeps the room just toasty
Box of matches lights it
Lights it
Lights it

And we knew one day that it would just happen
When deciding that we would decorate
I'm not sorry you chopped up that wardrobe
It's kept us warm on this long long night
It's been burning brightly for all night
Been burning very brightly
Burning brightly for all night