When the lovin' talk crackles, and sparks start to fly;
As you tenderly whisper my name-
It's so good to be here, and to feel the warm glow
When the embers of love turn to flame !
We're alone now at last - all the children are gone
They're all grown up-we're finally free:
Free to kindle the blaze of those bright courtship days;
Free to be lovers-finally free !
Love , kindled long ago
Tender kisses that warm us anew-
Come feel the afterglow
Come let me share it with you !
Oh, there's snow on the roof, but the fire's not out:
We're not too old for a sweet lovers' game -
Not too old to embrace and to whisper soft words
As the embers of love turn to flame !
(Bridge and Chorus)