Gordon Lightfoot - Song for a winters night

^GThe lamp is ^Dburnin' low u^Empon my table ^Ctop, ^GThe snow is ^Dsoftly ^Gfallin^Dg ^GThe air is ^Dstill within the ^Emsilence of my ^Croom, ^GI hear your ^Dvoice softly ^Gcalling If I could ^Donly ^Chave you ^Dnear, ^BmTo breathe a ^Emsigh ^Amor ^Dtwo ^GI would be ^Dhappy just to ^Emhold the hands I ^Clove, U^Gpon this ^Dwinter night with ^Gyou

^GThe smoke is ^Drising in the ^Emshadows over^Chead, ^GMy glass is ^Dalmost ^Gempt^Dy ^GI read a^Dgain between the ^Emlines upon each ^Cpage, ^GThe words of ^Dlove you ^Gsent me If I could ^Dknow with^Cin my ^Dheart, ^BmThat you were ^Emlone^Amly ^Dtoo ^GI would be ^Dhappy just to ^Emhold the hands I ^Clove, U^Gpon this ^Dwinter night with ^Gyou

^GThe fire is ^Ddying now, my ^Emlamp is growing ^Cdim, ^GThe shades of ^Dnight are ^Glifti^Dn' ^GThe morning ^Dlight steals a^Emcross my window^Cpane, ^GWhere webs of ^Dsnow are ^Gdriftin' If I could ^Donly ^Chave you ^Dnear, ^BmTo breathe a ^Emsigh ^Amor ^Dtwo ^GI would be ^Dhappy just to ^Emhold the hands I ^Clove, U^Gpon this ^Dwinter night with ^B7you^Em, ^GAnd to be ^Donce again with ^Gyou