The lamp is burning low upon my table top the snow is softly falling

The air is still within 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 winter night with you



The smoke is rising in the shadows overhead my glass is almost empty

I read again between the lines upon the 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 upon this winter night with you



The fire is dying now, my lamp is growing dim the shades of night are lifting

The morning light steals across my windowpane 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 and to be once again with with you

To be once again with with you