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.