For this little warmth,
many thanks.
For outside,
'tis bitter cold,
And I have walked
for many a night
Toward the glow
of your light
The heat of your fire,
The warmth of your soul,
And the dust on the floor.


For this little warmth,
many thanks.
For outside,
'tis bitter cold,
And I have walked
for many a night
Toward the glow
of your light
The heat of your fire,
The warmth of your soul,
And the dust on the floor.