Yield the Height

[Кіріспе] [Куплет 1] I cut the black grass down to clay The ridge is dry; the wind turns east Hot ash comes falling through the day The radio spits, the pines release [Қайырма] Hold this line—higher! Mark the break—higher! If the crown fire takes the ridge Call the retreat—or climb higher! [Куплет 2] My crew drags hose through choking brush A red gust rolls across the cut The spot fires leap; the treetops rush I count the heads; the trail is shut [Қайырма] Hold this line—higher! Mark the break—higher! If the crown fire takes the ridge Call the retreat—or climb higher! [Guitar solo] [Көпір] Wind on my neck, heat at my back One last look at the blackened track I key the mic; the answer waits We leave together—or hold the gate [Қайырма] Hold this line—higher! Mark the break—higher! If the crown fire takes the ridge Call the retreat—or climb higher! [Аутро] Ridge still standing, crew in sight We turn as one; we yield the height