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