Whose gift this is you cannot know. My heart is in your keeping though. You will not mind my writing here To tell you that I love you so. I know that you must think it queer For me to love and not come near But linger by some frozen lake This most romantic time of year.
I sometimes give my head a shake And ask if there is some mistake. It's lonely out here 'mid the sweep Of bitter wind and icy flake.
My love for you is dark and deep, But it's a promise I will keep As from afar I watch and weep, As from afar I watch and weep.
