The thin slip of moon through the shade,
Was lost on the sleeping eye.
Seen smoke rise up through the perch and pine,
We're sinking; red sun found us,
Its all around us,
The fires surround us.
Was lost on the sleeping eye.
Seen smoke rise up through the perch and pine,
We're sinking; red sun found us,
Its all around us,
The fires surround us.