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 Fire Is Dying Now, The Lamp Is Growing Dim
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 Breathe A Sigh Or Two
I Would Be Happy Just To Hold The Hands I Love
On This Winter Night With You
And To Be Once Again With You