Standing at the bus stop with my shopping in my hands And I'm overhearing elder ladies As the rumours start to fly You can hear them in the schoolyard In the scrapyard In the chip shop In the phone box In the pool hall At the shoe stall Every corner turned around It started with a school girl Who was running Running home to her Mam and Dad Told them she was playing in the change room of local football side They said tell us again she told them again tell us the truth we find it hard to believe 'Cause he Taught our Steve Even trained me Taught Uncle John whose father of three Only takes one tree to make 1000 matches Only takes one match to burn 1000 trees 1000 trees You see it in the classroom In the swimming pool Where the matchstick men are made At the scout's hall At the football All the wise we trust are paid They all honour his name He did a lot for the game He got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates But now they're ripping them down, stamp on the ground Picture gathers dust behind the bar in the lounge Only takes one tree to make 1000 matches Only takes one match to burn 1000 trees 1000 trees Wake up and smell the rain Shake up, he's back to stay He hasn't been on a holiday His growing seeds don't believe While he's been away In the schoolyard Changing room Playing field Bathroom Phone box Office blocks Corners turned around They keep doubting the flame tossing the blame Got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates And they're ripping them down stamping the ground Picture gathers dust in the bar in the lounge Only takes one tree to make 1000 matches Only takes one match to burn 1000 trees 1000 trees 1000 trees 1000 trees