| Fire It came from the sky from an electrical storm In the wink of an eye it was born When lightning touched earth It took on another form Hot burning fire. It was out of control Spreading fear – causing harm It was certainly a time for alarm It had a life of its own And with the passing of the storm Hot burning fire. CHORUS: And in the years to come Like the calling of a drum Homo sapiens learned how to work with fire And when the cold winds arrived They were able to survive And so we are the ‘masters of fire’. We are the masters of fire. No longer afraid of the sounds in the night They danced in the warm firelight Cooking their food – everything seemed alright Hot burning fire. CHORUS |
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