Tonight we sit by the fireside
The lights are dim and low.
The dancing flames upon the hearth
Give off a mellow glow.
The boy's brought out their music
And both begin to play,
It is a perfect ending
To a cold and bitter day.
The wind's are howling wildly
The snow is falling fast,
But the music seems like sunshine
And brightens while it lasts.
To-morrow it may be zero
The earth may be wrapped in white,
Yet it's cozy around the fireside
While the boys make music to-night.
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