The lamp is burnin’ 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 youThe smoke is rising in the shadows overhead
My glass is almost empty
I read again between the lines upon each page
The words of love you that you sent meIf I could know within my heart
That you were lonely too
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
On this winter night with youThe 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 driftingIf I could only have you near
Gordon Lightfoot
To breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
And to be once again with with you
Just to be once again with you
32 years. Why does she put up with me? I don’t know.
Don’t say nothin’. Go with it.
I’m a lucky fool.
Inspected By Pat 