Well I got my mail late last night. A letter from a girl who found the time to write. To her lonesome boy somewhere in the night. She sent me a railroad ticket too to take me to her loving arms.
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.
Softly she comes. Whispers the breeze with her passing. In secret love she is laughing. Softly she comes in the night. . Softly she sighs. Sweetly she lies never sleeping.