Words and Music by William Wallace
Firebrands and woodsmoke
All the way to St. Marie
Roses blooming from the crowns
Of kings all up and down Green Bay
Light on the horizon to the south
Zodiacal and flickering
The white city dressed in robes
Of red and gold, colors for the dying Spring
One star fell alone
Through the gray October sky
One star fell alone
And I was born of wind and fire
Carrying the water from the well
Casting songs onto the breeze
Caught on autumn’s circle winds
Whipping madly through the trees
When it comes back the notes have changed
Hiss and crackle bleeding in
The sound of records chipped and scratched
No beginning and no end
One star fell alone
Through the black October night
One star fell alone
And set the sky and trees on fire
A picture of a schoolhouse
A wooden steeple burned away
A row of crosses on a hilltop
Boats out bobbing in the bay
A field of skeletal remains
Of buildings that no one ever made
A lighthouse blinking on and off
Casting shadows through the haze
One star fell alone
And cut a scar across the sky
One star fell alone
And I was born of wind and fire
