Guitar chords I Sit Beside The Fire And Think

Key:  D
    
D
                          
A
                                
G
                            
Bm
 
I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen
      
D
                                  
A
                          
G
                                
Bm
 
Of meadow flowers and butterflies in summers that have been
                                            
G
                    
A
                                  
D
 
Of yellow flowers and gossamer in autumns that there were,
          
Bm
                            
G
                          
A
                      
D
 
with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.
                                  
A
                                
G
                                  
Bm
 
I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be
          
D
                              
A
                                
G
                      
Bm
 
when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see.
      
Bm
                      
G
                                  
A
                          
D
 
in every wood in every spring there is a different green.
Instrumental
D
  
A
  
G
  
Bm
 
D
  
A
  
G
  
Bm
 
Bm
 
G
  
A
  
D
 
                                  
A
                                
G
                      
Bm
 
I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago
        
D
                            
A
                              
G
                        
Bm
 
and people who will see a world that I shall never know.
                                        
G
                              
A
                                  
D
 
But all the while I sit and think of times there were before,
    
Bm
                    
G
                              
A
                        
D
 
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door.
Outro
        
Bm
                          
G
                              
A
                                  
D
 
But all the while I sit and think of times there were before,
    
Bm
                    
G
                              
A
                        
D
 
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door.