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