The Lamp 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's night with you The smoke is rising in the shadows overhead My glass is almost empty I read again between the lines upon each page The words of love you sent me If I could know within my heart That you and you are lonely too I would be happy just to hold the hands I love On this winter's night with you The fire is dying, my lamp is growing *** 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 On this winter's night with you And to be once again with you On this winter's night with you