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 night with you. . . .
The fire is dying now, my 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 or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
And to once again be with you
On this winter night with you.
Gordon Lightfoot
4 comments:
Lovely. The images evoked are perfect for Christmas Eve.
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Linda
Merry Christmas, Linda . . . and thank you for taking time out of your Christmas Eve to stop by and leave a message . . . it is most definitely not snowing at my house here in Dallas . . . but it is cold and dreary and rain is promised . . . the snow photos (above) were taken at my house . . . in February of this year . . . V. . . .
Thank you for quoting some very profound words...words I can relate to very well right now.
Merry Christmas to you and yours Vickie...I love the collage of your winter past...would love to have a white Christmas here in soaked but sunny San Diego!
Merry Christmas ~
Those snowy scenes are definitely not the norm for this area . . . last winter broke all kinds of records here . . . and those lyrics . . . I don't recall ever hearing that song . . . but the words, the snow is softly falling, kept going thru my mind . . . so I Googled it . . . and this is what came up . . . quite timely and appropriate . . . V. . . .
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