©Gordon Lightfoot

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 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
    Upon this winter night with you
    And to be once again with you