Put Another Chairleg On The Fire

In cutting winds
The bare trees sway
The snowdrifts building ever higher
We’ve fuel enough
But for two days
Yet I’d give all to see a blaze
So put another chairleg on the fire

Two days of gazing
At the orange glow
Of embers that will dim and tire
And surrender to
The frost and snow
But, for now, let’s not feel low
Just put another chairleg on the fire

And what a time
Our two last days will be!
Come sing!
Come pluck your merry lyre
We’ve warmth and comfort, sit with me
To snuggle ‘round and please feel free
To put another chairleg on the fire