Firewood

Winter

Has not yet come

But it's not afar

As I approach

My fireplaceWary

This is a sanctuary and a hideaway

I light a flame and end the dayAnd something comes alive, it's burning, turning into fire

Shows me a wonder under the November sky

I stare and stare and dare not speak a word or whisper

I might scare it away by the smallest soundTonight

I don't need much for a serene mood

A hatchet

And some firewoodAnd something comes alive, it's burning, turning into fire

Shows me a wonder under the November skyI'm not alone

There just happens to be no-one here

Where the stars are near and air is clear

Crystals of water are frozen into ice

Where your eyes don't meet the city lights