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The lamp is burning low upon my table top,
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 hand I love,
On this winter's 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 only know my heart,
That you were lonely, too,
I would be happy just to hold the hand I love,
On this winter's 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,
And to be once again with you,
And to be once again with you.
