Winter Has not yet come But it's not afar As I approach My fireplace Wary This is a sanctuary and a hideaway I light a flame and end the day And 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 sound Tonight I don't need much for a serene mood A hatchet And some firewood And something comes alive It's burning, turning into fire Shows me a wonder under the November sky I'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