The lamp is burning low upon my table top snow is softly falling the air is still in the silence of my room I hear your voice softly calling
If I could only have you near to breathe a sigh or two I would be happy just to hold the hands I love on this winters night with you
Smoke is rising in the shadows overhead my glass is almost empty I read again between the lines upon each page, the words of love you sent me
If I could know within my heart that you were lonely too I would be happy just to hold the hands I love on this winters night with you
The Fire is dying my lamp is growing dim shades of night are lifting morning light steals across my window pane where webs of snow are drifting
If I could only have you near to breathe a sigh or two I would be happy just to hold the hands I love on this winters night with you And you'll be once again with me