The (F)nights are cold er (Bb)now,

(Am)may be I should close the (Bb)door,

and an y way the (C7)snow has cov ered all your (Dm)foot steps

and (Bb)I can fol low you no (C)more.

The (F)fire still burns at (Bb)night,

my (Am)mem or ies are warm and (Bb)clear;

but ev ’ry bod y (C7)knows it’s hard to be a (C7)lone at this time of (F)year.

It was on ly a win ter’s (C7)tale,

(F)just an oth er (Gm)win (F)ter’s (Bb)tale,

and (F)why should the (Bb)world (F)take (Bb)no

tice of (F)one more love that’s (C)failed?

It’s a (F)love that can nev er (C7)be,

(C7)though it (F)meant a lot to (Gm)you (F)and (Bb)me;

on a (Fsus4)world (F)wide scale (Bb)we’re (C7)just an oth er win ter’s (F)tale.