Wispy wintry snowflakes softly settle down
on the hills-the houses-the valleys-of a little new england town    

I wish I was still there on the Footbridge
like we were so many years ago
Me and a lovely girl named Dorothy
who lives-not too far                                                      
from the place where the roses grow

If I could but hold her
in my arms
just one more time
My hopes-my dreams would all come true    
if she just once again was mine

Tonight when she goes to bed
as she pulls the curtain down
My heart will be waiting outside
her window there
in that little New England town