The fire is up, the coffee's dark
Best seat in any town
I moved my chair a little close
The fire approved of that
The coffee's strong, the book is good
The rug deserves a cat
The rain can mind the windows
The fire will mind me
Fireside and coffee steam
A page, another page
In all the world no grand café
Could match this little stage
The flames are doing their slow show
Of orange, gold and blue
The kind of television, dear
Grandmother's parlor knew
In His presence there is fullness
Of joy and warmth to spare
Fireside and coffee steam
A page, another page
In all the world no grand café
Could match this little stage
Between the fire and the rain
There's just a wall of stone
But all the warmth is on my side
And none of it's my own
Mmm... mmm... mmm
Fireside and coffee steam
A page, another page
In all the world no grand café
Could match this little stage
Fireside and coffee steam
A page, another page
In all the world no grand café
Could match this little stage
The fire is low, the coffee's gone
The book is winning now
