Eucalyptus - The Deadly Syndrome, Chris Richard, Jesse Hoy

I’ll plant a row

Of eucalyptus

And they will grow

Up to protect us They’ll block the rain, oh With their salty leaves

They’ll keep the wind oh From our short short sleeves

Well if he comes

And tries to find us We’ll just grab hold

Branches above us And we’ll sit up here

We will wait a year

We’ll come back, oh We’ll come back when the coast is clear

Oh no.

oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no It’s a row, (a row), a row

A row of stumps surrounding us It’s bright and cold and lonesome

We must have cut them down in our sleep

In our sleep we must have cut down all the trees

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no And now the wind, it hits our sleeves

It’s freezing we got colder

Older, we got older

Without those trunks surrounding us I can see for miles tonight

And I think I see a distant light

And I need to find out what those are

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Sorry about the stumps

Sorry about the stumps

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You’re sitting here on bloody knees

Where once were eucalyptus trees

Goodbye

Goodbye

Goodbye

See you in the night

Goodbye

Goodbye

Goodbye

See you in the night

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no