I sit beside the fire and think Of how the world will be When winter comes without a spring That I shall ever see
I sit beside the fire and think Of people long ago And people who will see a world that I shall never know
I sit beside the fire and think Of older times that were before I listen for returning feet And voices at my door
On high above the mists I came A distant flame before the sun A wonder ere the waking dawn Where grey the nordlands waters run In elder days and years of yore Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.