A Distant Flame Before The Sun

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