The LampThe lamp is burning low upon my tabletopThe snow is softly fallingThe air is still in the silence of my roomI hear your voice softly callingIf I could only have you nearTo breathe a sigh or twoI would be happy just to hold the hands I loveOn this winter night with youThe smoke is rising in the shadows overheadMy glass is almost emptyI read again between the lines upon the pageThe words of love you sent meIf I could know within my heartThat you were lonely tooI would be happy just to hold the hands I loveOn this winter night with youThe fire is dying now my lamp is growing ***The shades of night are liftingThe morning light steals across my windowpaneWhere webs of snow are driftingIf I could only have you nearTo breathe a sigh or twoI would be happy just to hold the hands I loveAnd to be once again with youTo be once again with youwww.mooji.org