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.