| Ivy tapping on my window, wine and candle glow, |
| Skies that promise snow have gathered overhead. |
| Buttered toast and creamy coffee, table laid for two, |
| Lovely having you to share a smile with me. |
| And it’s all right, sitting in firelight |
| Making the room bright, keeping us warm. |
| Yes it’s so good, smelling that pine-wood |
| Burning like wood should, glowing like corn. |
| On the wall the clock is chiming, hours passing by, |
| And for you and I the wind sings winter songs. |
| In the village people gather at the Lamplight Inn |
| Drinking liquid sin to keep the cold away. |
| And it’s all right, sitting in firelight |
| Making the room bright, keeping us warm. |
| Yes it’s so good, smelling that pine-wood |
| Burning like wood should, glowing like corn. |