I Sit Beside The Fire And Think

D Dsus4 D Dsus4 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. G A D For still there are so many things that I have never seen: Bm G A D in every wood in every spring there is a different green. D A G Bm D A G Bm Bm G A D 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. 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.