we wake to a Christmas snow   and wonder what will be in store   better hurry not to waste this good light   chores get done with frosty hands   you pause to count the hours ahead   and reflect on the kinder years before us   you remember these and other times   with a heavy heart you settle on the dreams of your mind      at the turn of the clock   they'll be mistletoe and molasses   at the turn      afternoon comes with a start   you make your way down windy roads   past the places you recall as old haunts   at the corner of the town   you see a lamppost shining bright   once forgotten memories make you cry   you remember these and other times   with a heavy heart you settle on the dreams of your mind      let me see the hope of our love   for I don't know if we will meet again....