Open Fire - Johnny Mathis

Staring at an open fire

Watching flames as they leap higher

Bring forgotten thoughts to mind

I can almost see the face of someone I left

Far behind

Glazing at the burning embers

Strange the things that one remembers

I recall an old romance

I can almost smell the perfume

That she wore at our first dance

I can almost feel her cheek on mine

I can almost hear what she's saying

As I dance with my old valentine

I would swear I can hear

The music playing

Sitting on a cozy pillow

Poking ashes with a willow

Stirs a spark of old desire

Funny how the memories come rushing back

Before an open fire

I can almost feel her cheek on mine

I can almost hear what she's saying

As I dance with my old valentine

I would swear I can hear

The music playing

Sitting on a cozy pillow

Poking ashes with a willow

Stirs a spark of old desire

Funny how the memories come rushing back

Before an open fire

I can see her now

Beside the open fire