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The ancient sleeper dwells
under bones and stones,
lava and running blood,
 the old skin of time!

Hearth of burning fire!
Hearth of fire, burning

Earth unto
Themselves sitting
Multiverse
Really outside
Stargazing
Free writes
Hickory
Hiccupping
Hotspots
On treetop
Bonfire
Good fire
Hearth
Home
Safety

to face
With your shadow
And your pray to face the dawn
Of tomorrow.

Mighty sun
Mighty sun
Please shine on me
Creative fire
The hearth of life
Warm us with

For a name that you would keep
My payment for this fire's hearth
And a loving glass
Though glad I drink to fill my heart
My passions burn a woeful

I hope, to fly away, but
My wings, might break again
I won't shy away, from
Brand new, beginnings
Broken wings, and heart strings
Fire on a hearth

Without fire, without hearth, within reach, without search
Before fire, fly sparks, flash flint, fear dark
Without fire

Without fire, without

the North
There's a fire in the hearth
Doff your jacket and your scarf
Grab a cup of something hot to quench your thirst
There ain't nothing on the earth
Like

and too long ago
Of family, fire, hearth and home
Axe in my hands crafted for the trees
Now pointed at the enemy
Sons driven too soon into men
Will I ever

They were worn by the weather 
Oh, You were as human as I 
Pine Fire in the hearth 
Laid a fire in my heart
Now You have no body but mine 

Bury my doubt

a drizzling, drizzling rain[04:34.83]So won't you start a fire in your hearth again[04:39.89]In your hearth again, in your hearth again[04:45.34]In your hearth

what kind of love you've just a got in store[04:36.28]I know outside is just a drizzling rain[04:42.02]So won't you start a fire in that hearth

At the edge, there we were
With the kids and the carry on, our carry on
Cause we ain't getting back to no hearth fire
Sorry but we don't belong, we

long gone
Alas; the hearth fires burn no more
Silent fell the weaving skalds
As their tales passed to lore

Yet the hard rain-beaten stones
I have seen

It wasn't a smile
Fire in the hearth, fire in tipped bottle
Long slip, sharp hiss
Eyes sunk in they hollows
My heart used to sing, crossing the old

What is a woman that you forsake her
And the hearth fire and the home acre
To go with the old grey widowmaker?

What is Woman that you forsake her

Liam was my name

When the season ended he did not return
To his own hearth fire, ne're more to yearn

Woman wept in silence, hungry mouths to feed 
No

The Reaping Crone rides the sky
Sweeping, reaping
The old and the dead are to her hearth fires led
By the twinkling of her eye

Drawing down

grows stronger;
May the waking of spring,
Be the light in your dark.
Bring the cold, cold water, 
From the dark, dark well,
To the warm hearth fire,
When

In the corners of my eyes, burning hearth fire empty night. See the shadows through the flames, thoughts of mystery lovely night. 

There the hearth

her in the sun

Ooh, lost her in the sun
Ooh, lost her in the sun
Lost her in the sun
Ah, lost her in the sun

Fire up your hearth for the wind

Autumn leaves are whirling round 
Buttercups and clover crowns 
Fires in hearths are flickering 
Autumn is for gathering 
 
Round the table big

Autumn leaves are whirling round 
Buttercups and clover crowns 
Fires in hearths are flickering 
Autumn is for gathering 

Round the table big

of the hearth fire
Harbor of my soul
I watch you lightly sleeping
I sense the dream that does unfold...like gold
You to me are treasure
You to me are dear

skin

The sun peeks late, over the fjord
It hides early, over the ships moored
this ephemeral, winter sun
barely caresses the horizon

Hearth fire, kept