Come and meet me at your door again.
Let me in from the cold.
I'd love to try and read your cards again,
If I may be so bold.

Let's go walking by the pond, my dear,
Like we did where we made love.
Let our minds drift through the atmosphere
and mingle with the stars above.

Oh, you really were a lovely one.
Your voice, it lingers in the room
Like a thread left after the yarn was spun,
Dangling from our dusty loom.

Come and meet me at your door again.
Let me in from the cold.
I'd love to try and read your cards again,
If I may be so bold.