When the snow floated out of the windows,
Wind was whistling, waked me from the nap.
Somehow snowflakes stirred up my memory of
your touch and your smiles.
Dear, I wish you were here with me.
Santa claus will tell you how much i care you,
when you hear the Caledonia.
I clasped your hands in mine and heard the bagpipe music,
when we traveled to Edinburgh....