Tom: Am
Bm A
I sit beside the fire and think
A Bm
Of all that I have seen
Bm A
Of meadow-flowers and butterflies
A Bm
In summers that have been;
Bm A
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
G A
In autumns that there were,
Bm A D
With morning mist and silver sun
G A Bm
And wind upon my hair.
[Verse 2]
Dm C
I sit beside the fire and think
Am Dm
Of how the world will be
Dm C
When winter comes without a spring
Am Dm
That I shall ever see.
Dm C
For still there are so many things
F C
That I have never seen:
Dm C Am
In every wood in every spring
Am Dm
There is a different green.
[Verse 3]
F#m E
I sit beside the fire and think
E F#m
Of people long ago
F#m E
And people who will see a world
E F#m
That I shall never know.
F#m E
But all the while I sit and think
A E
Of times there were before,
F#m A E
I listen for returning feet
A E F#m
And voices at the door.
