Our Lady of the Campfire - Frank Turner

And the city holds its breath

Caught twixt life and death

As she rolls in from the suburbs

The garrison flees and the city will burn

Corinna rides like Boadicea tonight

London town trembles at the sight

Because tonight is her night

And the youth course through the streets

To lay down at her feet

And she runs a regal eye

To choose who lives and decide who dies

Corinna rides like Boadicea tonight

Fearful crowds part ways without a fight

Corinna rides like Boadicea tonight

London town trembles at the sight

Because tonight is her night

She keeps her counsel

Smiles when she speaks now from ear to ear

She’s getting married or so they tell me

When the spring is here

She hums a tune from

A song she knows from warm summers past

A song that was sung by

Kids around campfires in the quiet Southwest

Corinna rides like Boadicea tonight

London town trembles at the sight

Because tonight is her night

Yeah, tonight is her night

Yeah, tonight is her night, tonight is her night