We're sitting 'round the fireside Nearby the moonly sparkling stream The crackling flames breath glow and ride In dying glitterclowds towards the river
Out of the flames are rising thoughts Who're being told and i've been foretold Figures rise, who've been besought In long gone summers, not to leave
Instantly gone, sdome love is newly growing Fading, burning and flying away War has covered fatherland Who knows who much the flames can tell?
One of us may be the ordinand Of fire, whitnessed in the glow Of firesides of those who follow us When you'll be nothing more Than sheafs of sparks
