the lamp in burning low upon my table top the snow is softly falling the air is still in the silence of the 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 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 on this 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 window pane 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 hand i love and be once again with you to be once again with you