Lyrics:

Days turn to months
Months turn to years
And great is still the distance
Upon this pathway home tonight
That I could recognize in the dark

Here I entertain the idea that
Maybe I am still in your mind
Twenty minutes after we parted
When sixty minutes before
We were right back where we started

But it is snowing again
And you are as familiar to me now
As this trodden footpath
Buried 'neath a heap of snow
That has melted from my heart

You were as beautiful to me then
As you are to me now;
A candle in the window -- warmer,
Deeper that these shallow thoughts
Upon which I now tread