Beside the Fire I sit beside the fire and think
Of all the things I've yet to do
And all the while I wonder if
I will ever see them through

In mind I wander down the path
Past mountains tall through valleys wide
To the sea I go ere long
It calls to me the roaring tide

Though by the fire I sit and think
With food and drink at hand
My thoughts will go and travel far
and dance upon the sand



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