Now gather 'round
My dear old friends
And hearken to my tales

'bout distant lands
And ancient folks
And ships with painted sails

See smoke curl up
And water crash
Upon rocks aeons old

And sit around
The fire warm
'Til all stories are told

These songs that I sing ye
Tell of places far away
Of countries long forgotten
And of nations gone astray

The legends I recount here
Happened very long ago
When rivers were still young
And the night sky would still glow

When twilight falls
Fear not the dark
And heed no nightly sounds

The sun will rise
It brings the warmth
To our sacred grounds

When clouds foretell
Of rains to fall
Of East winds loud and fell

Then listen well
And pay good heed
To what they have to tell

So pass the bottle round, friends
And drink the amber wine
Dance around the fire
On fruits and meat we'll dine

And should the flames die out
Reduced to embers red
Then say your nightly farewell
And retire to your bed

And in your dreams return to
The lands of which I sang
See old, forgotten places
In which once laughter sprang

Travel up and down the lands
Until you see the fuming sea
And keep my Fireside Tales
Ever in your memory