Song for a Winter's Night

What you may not know about me is that I am an incurable romantic. Tonight is an unseasonably cold night for October in Atlanta; the lows are supposed to hover around freezing. I made a big pot of homemade soup and lit a fire. As I was laying the fire I thought of some words from a Gordon Lightfoot song from long ago - one of the greatest love songs around as far as I am concerned.

The lamp is burnin' 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 or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
Upon this winter 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 were lonely too
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
Upon this winter night with you

The fire is dying now, my lamp is growing dim
The shades of night are liftin'
The morning light steals across my windowpane
Where webs of snow are driftin'

If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
Upon this winter night with you
And to be once again with with you

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