Susan's Song
Traditional Folk Song
Do you ever watch the campfire
When the wood has fallen low
When the ashes start to whiten
Round the ember's crimson glow
With the night sounds all around you
Making silence doubly sweet
With the full moon high above you
That the spell may be complete
Tell me were you ever nearer
To the land of heart's desire
Then when you sat there thinking
With your feet before the fire