Marmalade Fires

We throw our flutes, our little friends Our lovely songs On marmalade fires We throw our folks, our pots and pans Our dirty plants On marmalade fires We throw our unborn kids on Marmalade fires We throw our house, our round blue skies Our pretty hills On marmalade fires We throw our unborn kids on Marmalade fires We throw our balls, our friendly toys Our sister's hair On marmalade fires We throw our unborn kids on Marmalade fires We throw our unborn kids on Marmalade fires We throw our unborn kids on Marmalade fires