The lamp is burning low upon my table top The 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 to just hold the hands I love On this winters night with you The smoke is rising in the shadow of our head My glass is almost empty I read again between the lines upon each page The words of love descending If I know within my heart, you were lonely too I would be happy to just hold the hands I love On this winters night with you The fire is dying, my lamp is growing dim The shades of night are lifting The morning light steals across my window pain Where whims of snow are drifting If I could only have you near To breathe a sigh or two I would be happy to just hold the hands I love On this winters night with you And to be once again with you