An old man sat by the open fire
And dreamed the years away.
While outside in the battle of life
Many perished in the toils of day.
He never did any good, nor did he
Ever do any wrong.
He just sat by the open fire
And dreamed the whole day long.
Now he's left a vacant chair and
They say he's gone up higher,
But if he still does what he used to do,
He's sitting by the fire!