Men make them fires on the hearth br Each under his roof-tree, br And the Four Winds that rule the earth br They blow the smoke to me. br br Across the high hills and the sea br And all the changeful skies, br The Four Winds blow the smoke to me br Till the tears are in my eyes. br br Until the tears are in my eyes. br And my heart is wellnigh broke br For thinking on old memories br That gather in the smoke. br br With every shift of every wind br The homesick memories come, br From every quarter of mankind br Where I have made me a home. br br Four times a fire against the cold br And a roof against the rain -- br Sorrow fourfold and joy fourfold br The Four Winds bring again! br br How can I answer which is best br Of all the fires that burn? br I have been too often host or guest br At every fire in turn. br br How can I turn from any fire, br On any man's hearthstone? br I know the wonder and desire br That went to build my own! br br How can I doubt man's joy or woe br Where'er his house-fires shine.