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This world oft can be a down and lonesome place to be I hear the knock at my door and I know that you've come to me Hang up your coat up on a peg in the wall Set up your feet and stay for a while The lines on your face tell me something's troubling Has the day and its weight made you feel old again? light up a pile of kindling watch the flames a flickering Remember the years when we were young and free? Now we've swayed and we've bent like a pair of poplar trees Look at the pictures up on the wall Pieces of a time when we stood tall These are the days when I see my reckoning The years fly past and I don't know what the end will bring sit with me now by the fireside sing me a song I'll sing you mine The night draws close the fire dies stedily the room is warm your eyes grow heavy nevermind the clock on the mantle high I'll make up the bed you can stay for the night Nevermind the clock on the mantle high I'll make up the bed you can stay for the night Aus Songtexte Mania