Lookin' from my window on the freshly fallen snow; It sparkles as it tumbles upon the street below. The crackle of the fire is laughing in my ear; The room is warm and sleepy, and I wish you could be here. Some days in this town there's not a lot for me to do; I've been listening to some records, and my thoughts return to you. I tried to read the paper, but the words aren't very clear; Oh, I know there's something missing, and I wish you could be here. I keep listening for your footsteps or your key turned in the door; I sure could use your company, but we've been through that before. I think the winter's going to last a long time this year; I got lots of empty time to fill, and I wish you could be here.