As I was walking 'round Grosvenor Square
Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air
From the other direction, she was calling my eye
It could be an illusion but I might as well try, might as well try

She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes
And I knew without asking she was into the blues
She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls
I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls

In the heat of the evening when the dealing got rough
She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff
As I picked up my matches and was closing the door
I had one of those flashes, I'd been there before, been there before

Well, I ain't often right but I've never been wrong
It seldom turns out the way it does in this song
Once in a while you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right

Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves
Or scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues
And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes
I had to learn the hard way, I had to let her pass by, let her pass by

Wind in the willow's playing "Tea For Two"
The sky was yellow and the sun was blue
Strangers stopping strangers just to shake their hand
Everybody's playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band
Long distance runner
What you standing there for?
Get up, get up
Get out of the door

You're playing cold music
On the barroom floor
Drowned in your laughter
And dead to the core

There's a dragon with matches
That's loose on the town
Take a whole pail of water
Just to cool him down

Fire, fire on the mountain
Fire, fire on the mountain
Fire, fire on the mountain
Fire, fire on the mountain

Almost ablaze
Still you don't feel the heat
It takes all you got
Just to stay on the beat

You say it's a living
We all gotta eat
But you're here alone
There's no one to compete
If mercy's in business
I wish it for you
More than just ashes
When your dreams come true

Fire, fire on the mountain
Fire, fire on the mountain
Fire, fire on the mountain
Fire, fire on the mountain

Long distance runner
What you holding out for?
Caught in slow motion
In a dash for the door

The flame from your stage
Has now spread to the floor
You gave all you had
Why you wanna give more?

The more that you give
The more it will take
To the thin line beyond which
You really can't fake

Fire, fire on the mountain
Fire, fire on the mountain
Fire, fire on the mountain
Fire, fire on the mountain