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