I sit before the fire at night... and as I sat... I dream...
Of days of yore… running through woods... and valleys green.
Spring butterflies... emerging from their cocoon...

Silver hued light… at night, around, the moon.
Come. Go with me.... back to olden days of yore...
Climb apple trees and crunch... then other trees… more.

Watch a spider build her home... on a valley weed.
Toss a ball back and forth and spit a cherry seed.
I dream again of sitting upon a hillside... looking at the view

Looking in the green valley... butterflies... not a few.
Sheep grazing lazily in the soft... grace of the day...
With us kids debating... racing down a hill to play.

Climbing saplings... to bend them over… and play "ride 
A, horsy…" for, half an hour, then fall… upon our side.
‘Twas a wonder to sit ‘round the fireplace at night...

Listen to mama and dad… tells of Jesus... and kisses us goodnight.
Haunting dreams... of red and yellow autumns... mists in the air...
With fall weed, flowers... still a-blooming...I declare.

Was it the just a late summer dream... or did I really see...
Chestnuts? For roasting on the fire... right there, in that tree?
Christmas time was upon us... as was the Christmas cheer.

Do you remember "Christmas Eve gift" from on who came near?
They had to part with a walnut... or another goodie sure...
To a little kid whose sweet... little, heart was good and pure.