Found this : If any help to you !Birches
Found on : http://billmorrissey.net/bmmllst1.html
and followed links into a discussion group etc...... Rgds Diesel
Key=Bb [Capo 3 - Play like G, Bm, Am, C D]
[These notations are used below. G=Bb, Bm=Dm, etc]
[G]They sat at each end of the couch, and [Bm]watched as the fire burned down.
So [Am]quiet on this winter's night,[walk] Not a [C]house-light on for[D]miles around.
Then he [G]said, "I think I'll fill the stove. [Bm]It's getting time for bed."
[Am]She looked up. "I think I'll have some wine. How 'bout [C]you?" she asked,
and [D]he declined.
"Warren," she said, "Maybe just for tonight,
let's fill the stove with birches and watch as the fire burns bright.
How long has it been? It's been quite a while.
Pour yourself half a glass and stay with me a little while."
And Warren, he shook his head as if she'd made some kind of joke.
"Birches? On a winter night? No, we'll fill the stove with oak.
Oak will burn as long and hot as a July afternoon.
Birch will burn itself out by the rising of the moon.
And you hate a cold house same as me. Am I right or not?"
"All right, all right that's true," she said "It was just a thought."
Then she said, "Warren, you do look tired. Maybe you should go up to bed.
I'll take care of the wood tonight." "Oak," he told her. "Oak," she said.
She listened to his footsteps as he climbed up the stairs.
Then she pulled a sweater on her and set her wine glass on a chair.
She walked down cellar to the woodbox. It was cold as an ice chest.
Then climbed back up with four logs, each as white as a wedding dress.
And she filled the stove and poured the wine, then she sat down on the floor.
She curled her legs beneath her, as the fire sprang to life once more.
And it filled the room with it's hungry light, and it cracked as it drew
And the shadows danced a jittery waltz like no one else was there.
She stood up in the heat, and she twirled around the room.
And the shadows, they saw nothing but a young girl on her honeymoon.
And she knew the time, it would be short soon the fire would start to fade.
She thought of heat, she thought of time. She called it an even trade.