Songs
The Fireside
Bitter cold the winter street,
Cold and grey the sky:
Bitter cold the veil of sleet
The winds drive by.
Warm and bright the fireside,
Red the flames with cheer;
What can winter’s woe betide
Us, Dear?
On my hand I feel your palm
As a bird lie warm:
Oh the fireside is calm!
It hears no storm.
Bleak the winter street and cold;
Red the flames with cheer;
Love and firelight enfold
Us, Dear.