The Holloa Boys Lyrics

The crackling leaves, the midwinter breeze
It clutches your ankles and whips up your sleeves
October still haunts but the ghosts have all gone
You can feel it in the air right after a storm

When the thunder's man-made and lightning cascades
Colours over our heads, dear
In the gathering dark I will kindle a spark
And I'll build you a bonfire

Into the gloom of a dark musty room
Our bodies will lay and shadows will loom
A forest of sound grows all around
And it shakes the floor when those trees come down

When the thunder's man-made and lightning cascades
Colours over our heads, dear
In the gathering dark I will kindle a spark
And I'll build you a bonfire