This cold, misty night,
The fire burn bright,
The smoke and the flames;
As the children play games.
The sound of the clicking;
As the clock is ticking.
The smoke goes up, up, up,
The coal goes down, down, down:
Until it reaches, the ground.
The children play around, the hot, burning fire,
Reading and enjoying themselves.
The fire warmth stays in the room,
And the burnt coal goes up the chimney,
Into the cold, black night.
No light in the living room,
Just, the fire in the north wall;
With it's heat flowing to me,
Keeping me warm this dark, winter night.