Sitting by the firelight, shadows dancing in her eyes
I imagine her with me
The winter's locked outside and inside summer in our hearts
I imagine her with me

Oh how long must I wait until I see her face again?
Small and young and heaven sent
An angel and a friend.
Missing her is like a sweet despair;
dreaming of her touch when she's not there,
calling out her name just to drift in the air.

The fire's flames are in her eyes as I return her stare
I imagine her with me
The winter's locked outside and inside summer in our hearts
I imagine her with me

Oh how long must I wait until I see her face again?
Small and young and heaven sent
An angel and a friend.
Missing her is like a sweet despair;
dreaming of her touch when she's not there,
calling out her name just to drift in the air.

Sitting by the firelight, shadows dancing in her eyes
I imagine her with me.............
well I'm not to blame, no I'm not to blame