Farewell, The Company

I sit beside the fire and think of all that i have seen

of meadow flowers and butterflies

and summers that have been

i sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be

when winter comes without a spring

that i shall never see

for still there are so many things that i have never seen

in every wood

in every spring

there is a different green

i sit beside the fire and think of people long ago

and people who will see your world

that i shall never know

for still there are so many things that i have never seen

in every wood

in every spring

there is a different green

but all the while i sit and think of times there were before

i listen for returning feet and voices at the door