I sit beside the fire and think
   Of how the world will be
   When winter comes without a spring
   That I shall ever see
  
   I sit beside the fire and think
   Of people long ago
   And people who will see a world
   that I shall never know
  
   I sit beside the fire and think
   Of older times that were before
   I listen for returning feet
   And voices at my door
  
   On high above the mists I came
   A distant flame before the sun
   A wonder ere the waking dawn
   Where grey the nordlands waters run
   In elder days and years of yore