this world oft can be a down and lonesome place to be i hear the knock at my door and i know that youve 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 somethings 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 weve swayed and weve 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 dont 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