This World Oft Can Be - Della Mae

作词：Courtney Hartman/Celia Woodsmith

作曲：Courtney Hartman/Celia Woodsmith

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