The lamp is burning low
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upon my table top
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the snow is softly falling
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the air is still
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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
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just to hold the hands I love
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on this winter's 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
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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
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just to hold the hands I love
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on this winter's night with you
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The fire is dying
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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
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just to hold the hands I love
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on this winter's night with you
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And to be once again with you
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Song For A Winters Night
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| Sarah McLachlan |
