When the storms of winter blow
and windows rattle, waters freeze
and the fire burns very low,
I’ll bring you home and wrap you up.
Our lights still twinkle in the dark
and we will drink the loving cup.
When the storms of winter blow
and windows rattle, waters freeze
and the fire burns very low,
I’ll bring you home and wrap you up.
Our lights still twinkle in the dark
and we will drink the loving cup.