The lamp Is burning low,
Upon my table top.
The snow is softly falling.
Air,still.In the silence of my room,
I hear your voice softly calling.

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 winter's night with you.

The fire is dying now.
The lamp is growing dim.
Shades of night are lifting.
The morning light,
Steals across my window pane.
Where webs of snow are drifting.

If I could only have you near,
To breathe a signh or two.
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love.
On this winter's night with you.
And to be once again with you.