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...)