This world oft can be a down and lonesome place to be

I hear the knock at my door and I know that youve come


To me


Hang up your coat up on a peg in the wall

Set up your feet and stay for a while

The lines on your face tell me somethings troubling

Has the day and its weight made you feel old again?


Light up a pile of kindling


Watch the flames a flickering
Remember the years when we were young and free?


Now weve swayed and weve bent like a pair of poplar

Trees


Look at the pictures up on the wallPieces of a time when we stood tall
These are the days when I see my reckoning


The years fly past and I dont know what the end will


Bring

Sit with me now by the fireside


Sing me a song I'll sing you mine
The night draws close


The fire dies stedily


The room is warm

Your eyes grow heavy


Nevermind the clock on the mantle high


Nevermind the clock on the mantle high

I'll make up the bed you can stay for the night