Ivy tapping on my window, wine and candle glow, Skies that promise snow have gathered overhead. Buttered toast and creamy coffee, table laid for two, Lovely having you to share a smile with me
And it's all right, sitting in firelight Making the room bright, keeping us warm. Yes it's so good, smelling that pine-wood Burning like wood should, glowing like corn
On the wall the clock is chiming, hours passing by, And for you and I the wind sings winter songs. In the village people gather at the Lamplight Inn Drinking liquid sin to keep the cold away
And it's all right, sitting in firelight Making the room bright, keeping us warm. Yes it's so good, smelling that pine-wood Burning like wood should, glowing like corn