Sarah McLachlan - Song for a winters night

The l^Famp is bu^Crnin' low up^Dmon my table t^Bbop, T^Fhe snow is so^Cftly fa^Flling. The air is st^Cill within the s^Dmilence of my r^Bboom, ^FI hear your vo^Cice softly ca^Flling.

If I could o^Cnly h^Bbave you ne^Car, ^AmTo breathe a s^Dmigh or ^Gmtwo, ^C I w^Fould be h^Cappy just to h^Dmold the hands I l^Bbove ^Fon this wi^Cnter's night with y^Fou.

The smoke is ri^Csing in the sh^Dmadows overh^Bbead, M^Fy glass is al^Cmost em^Fpty I read aga^Cin between the l^Dmines upon the ^Bbpage, ^FThe words of l^Cove you se^Fnt me.

If I could k^Cnow wit^Bbhin my he^Cart ^AmThat you were l^Dmonely t^Gmoo ^C I w^Fould be h^Cappy just to h^Dmold the hands I l^Bbove ^Fon this wi^Cnter's night with y^Fou.

The fire is dy^Cing now, my l^Dmamp is growing d^Bbim T^Fhe shades of ni^Cght are li^Ffting The mornin' l^Cight steals acr^Dmoss my windowp^Bbane ^FWhere webs of s^Cnow are d^Frifting.

If I could o^Cnly h^Bbave you ne^Car, ^AmTo breathe a s^Dmigh or ^Gmtwo, ^C I w^Fould be h^Cappy just to h^Dmold the hands I l^Bbove ^Fon this win^Cter's night with y^A7ou. ^{Dm Bb}and to be on^Cce again with y^Fou.