Song for a writer’s night

The lamp is burning low upon my table top the snow is softly falling
The air is still within the silence of my room I hear your voice softly calling
If I could only have you near to breathe a sigh of truth
I would be happy just to hold the hands 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 know within my heart that you were lonely too
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love on this winter's night with you

The fire is dying, the 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 of truth I would be happy just to hold the hands I love on this winter's night with you..
and to be once again with with you