OPEN FIRE


Johnny Mathis


Staring at an open fire
Watching flames as they leap higher
Brings forgotten thoughts to mind
I can almost see the face
Of someone I left far behind.

Gazing 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 an open fire.

David Story Jan 2013



(Transcribed by David Story - January 2013)