Fireside

Icy branches tapping all night long

Drum the rhythm of a winter song

Kettle whistles while the spirits pour

Passing carolers from door to door

Snow is falling soft and bright

Covering the quiet pines

Everyday we’re losing light

Gather round the fireside

Stacks of wood against the old stone hearth

Carried in beneath December stars

Webs of ice across the window pane

Footprints left along the frozen lane

Snow is falling soft and bright

Covering the quiet pines

Everyday wе’re losing light

Gather round the firеside