Tell us the truth they found it hard to believe
Picture gather dust in the bar and the lounge
Where the match stick men are made
'Cause he taught our Steve, even trained me
It takes one tree to make a thousand matches
They keep doubting the flame, tossing the blame
Picture gather dust in the bar and the lounge
Hear them in the school yard, in the scrap yard, in the chip shop
In the phone box, in the pool hall
Wake up, smell the rain
We all honor his name, did a lot for the game
Only takes one match to burn a thousand trees, thousand trees
It takes one tree to make a thousand matches
Taught uncle John who's a father of three
See it in the class room or the swimming pool
In the school yard, change room, playin' fields, bathroom
At the shoe stall every corner turned around
Hasn't been on a holiday
At the scouts hall at the football, where the wise we trust are paid
Only takes one match to burn a thousand trees, thousand trees
Got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates
Shake up, he's back to stay
Started with the school girl who was running
Phone box, office blocks, corner's turned around
Growin' seeds, don't believe why he's been away
Now they're rippin' it down, stampin' the ground
Now they're rippin' it down, stampin' the ground
They said, "Tell us again", she told them again
Only takes one match to burn a thousand trees, thousand trees
Runnin' home to her mum and dad
Got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates
Only takes one tree to make a thousand matches
Told them she was playin' in the change room of the local football side
