Jeff Martin And Steven Padin - Farewell, The Company Lyrics

I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that i have seen
Of meadow-flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been

I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That i shall ever see

For still there are so many things
That i have never seen
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green

I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago
And people who will see a world
That i shall never know

But all the while i sit and
Think of times there were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door