The lamp is burnin' low upon my table top
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The snow is softly falling
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The air is still in the silence of my room
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I hear your voice softly calling
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If I could only have you near
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To breathe a sigh or two
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I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
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On this winter night with you
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The smoke is rising in the shadows overhead
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My glass is almost empty
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I read again between the lines upon each page
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The words of love you sent me
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If I could know within my heart
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That you were lonely too
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I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
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On this winter night with you
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The fire is dying now, my lamp is growing dim
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The shades of night are lifting
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The morning light steals across my window pane
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Where webs of snow are drifting
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If I could only have you near
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To breathe a sigh or two
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I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
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On this winter night with you
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And to be once again with you
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Song For A Winter's Night
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| Gordon Lightfoot |
