Jeff Martin and Steven Padin
Farewell, The Company
i sit beside the fire and think of all that i have seenof meadow flowers and butterfliesand summers that have beeni sit beside the fire and think of how the world will bewhen winter comes without a springthat i shall never seefor still there are so many things that i have never seenin every woodin every springthere is a different greeni sit beside the fire and think of people long agoand people who will see your worldthat i shall never knowfor still there are so many things that i have never seenin every woodin every springthere is a different greenbut all the while i sit and think of times there were beforei listen for returning feet and voices at the door
From Letras Mania