Sheafs Of Sparks

We're sitting 'round the fireside

Nearby the moonly sparkling stream

The crackling flames breath glow and ride

In dying glitterclowds towards the river

Out of the flames are rising thoughts

Who're being told and I've been foretold

Figures rise, who've been besought

In long gone summers, not to leave

Instantly gone, sdome love is newly growing

Fading, burning and flying away

War has covered fatherland

Who knows who much the flames can tell?

One of us may be the ordinand

Of fire, whitnessed in the glow

Of firesides of those who follow us

When you'll be nothing more

Than sheafs of sparks