Try finger picking.
G Am
I sit and I dream by the fire of old spells
D7 C G
Blessed with the good times. I recall still.
Am
The bad, have all faded, gone is the chill
D C G
As I sip and recall by the fire of old spells.
G Am
There’s peace in the valley and the old folks have gone
D7 C G
To wherever they go when old folks go home.
Am
The breeze it blows gently and the autumn leaves fall
D7 C G
The birds quickly gather for their long journeys call
Bm Am
I sit and I dream by the fire of old spells
D7 C G
Blessed with the good times. I recall still.
Am
The bad, have all faded, gone is the chill
D C G
As I sip and remember by the fire of old spells.
The snow now is falling against window panes
Building in ridges; then sifts down again.
The street lamps throw shadows outside rings of light
Yet still not competing with the fire in the night.
Bm Am
Alone in my easy chair, a forgotten time
D7 G
A different life lived, and a lost story line
Am
Again I’m riding through a still, snowy night.
D7 G
And again I am asking, “Where am I bound tonight?”
Bm Am
I sit and I dream by the fire of old spells
D7 C G
Blessed with the good times. I recall still.
Am
The bad, have all faded, gone is the chill
D C G
As I sip and remember by the fire of old spells.
Am
Again I’m riding through a still, snowy night.
D7 G
And again I am asking, “Where am I bound tonight?”
© by Francis H. Peters
Dec. 9, 2022