Our Lady Of The Campfires

Tonight is her night
The city holds its breath
Caught twixt life and death
And she rolls in from the suburbs
The Garrison fleas and the city will burn
Corrina rides like Bodicea tonight
London Town trembles at the sight
Because tonight is her night
The youth course through the street
To lay down at her feet
And she runs a regal eye
To chose who lives and decide who dies
Corrina rides like Bodicea tonight
Fearful crowds caught ablaze without a fight
Corrina rides like Bodicea tonight
London Town trembles at the sight
She keeps a council
Smiles when she speaks now
She’s getting married
Or so they tell me
When the spring is here
She hums a tune from
A song she knows from
Old summers past
A song that was sung by
Kids around campfires
In the quiet South West
Corrina rides like Bodicea tonight
London Town trembles at the sight
Because tonight is her night
Yeah tonight is her night
Tonight is her night