ola alguien como se llama esta cancion?? :?

Question

I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall never see.

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la he estado buskando , yo la oi kantada por una chava pero nunka la he encontrado =( pliss ayudaa

Answer 1

Se llama I sit beside the fire and think y es de Tolkien, es un poema muy bueno!

Esta en:

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring,
Book II, Chapter III, The Ring Goes South,
Bilbo lamenta la perdida del anillo, y la travesía a Frodo.

Answer 2

I sit beside the fire and think...
by J. R. R. Tolkien

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I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.

Answer 3

Es del sr. de los anillos la canciòn de Bilbo, quizà en el soundtrack de la peli

Answer 4

A Distant Flame Before The Sun
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I sit beside the fire and think [DE TU CANCION ES
Of how the world will be [LO MAS SERCA QUE
When winter comes without a spring [PUDE ENCONTRAR
That I shall ever see [
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I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago
And people who will see a world
that I shall never know

I sit beside the fire and think
Of older times that were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at my door

On high above the mists I came
A distant flame before the sun
A wonder ere the waking dawn
Where grey the nordlands waters run
In elder days and years of yore