The lamp is burning low upon my tabletop
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
The smoke is rising in the shadows over head
My glass is almost empty
I read again between the lines upon each page
The words of love you send 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
The morning light steals across my windowpane,
where webs of snow are drifting
If I could only have you near,
To breath a sigh or two,
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love,
On this winters night with you
"¦ and to be once again with you