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