And when the night is falling, Down the sky at midnight
Another year is stalling, Far away a good bye, good night
So small a turning, The world grows older every day
An ache, a yearning, Soften when I hear you say
An ache, a yearning, Soften when I hear you say
And when the cold wind's blowing, Snow drifts through the pine trees
In houses lights are glowing, Likewise in your eyes that find me here...
In houses lights are glowing, Likewise in your eyes that find me here...
...with all that I want.
Out in the harbor the ships come in, it's Christmastime. / The Weepies
Out in the harbor the ships come in, it's Christmastime. / The Weepies
See more "Light" shots at YouCapture. The second shot is for Texture Thursday, third is for This or That.
















