The lamp is burnin' low upon my table top
The air is still in the silence of my room
I hear your voice softly calling
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
The smoke is rising in the shadows overhead
I read again between the lines upon the page
If I could know within my heart
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
The fire is dying now, my lamp is growing dim
The shades of night are lifting
The morning light steals across my window pane
Where webs of snow are drifting
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love