They burn that hillside black They lay the maple down on it's back For just one stardust stone Sleeping innocent below
But they'll run when the warm rain comes Roaring with the thunder I'll rise up from the murky mud When the summer storm begins the flood
I'll hide way up high Until the water runs down the pike To wash aside all the parasites And take the valley back alive
The Tug flows and the rubbish Floats to hang up on the high oak The power goes to the undergrowth When the summer storm begins to blow
Free me, let me go They don't recognize a precious stone I'll lay low 'til the wet wind blows To take me tumblin' down the road The wood vines make it hard to fly The anchor holds my rope down There's no use trying to make it out alive And like a summer storm I've gotta roam
