On this dark and cold hearth is stacked Wood and tinder no spark will start Where fire should be there is a void The hearth contains a missing piece No brick, no stone or mason's trick Will ever fill this empty place.
The master comes and in his hand He holds a crystal filled with fire It fits the hole and fills it up And by this jewel, the fuel ignites It makes a fire, and fills this dark Lonely house with warmth and light.
