It’s getting cold now my love, and Winter’s breath is at the door. Gone the warmth and light we shared, as it’s now that I miss you most.
Those cosy moments just you and I, wrapped up in love against the cold outside. There’s now no-one here to keep me warm, and it’s now that I miss you most.
I keep your picture up on the wall, to stop my mind from time’s forgetting. I know you’re gone and that there’s no return, because everyday I miss you most.