Evening shows you in the soft light of the falling snow   I watch you standing through the window, while on the telephone   I'm speaking in a cut up tone as a turning face begins to show   A subtle glide of your lowered nose, a smothered eye to the frozen snow   Come, Celia, Let us prove this love   When we feel that it'll never be enough   To trace the starry face of unreflecting love   Driving slowly past the long side of the battered road   High above the soft lamenting of the seaward moan   You're sleeping in a weakened pose, I see you in that sweet repose   I hold a moment there among the restless heart and the useless tongue   Sun is setting when we're nearing home   Your dirty hair in your summer clothes   The black birds settle in a distant way   And waking you I begin say   Come, Celia, Let us prove this love