Hi Frank, Hi Charlene,
Do you both refer to the comments Gordon Lightfoot makes when he says: "This song was written during a thunderstorm in Cleveland"?
Hm, makes me wonder at what season of the year? Does it ever snow in Cleveland?
The image the song conjures makes be think that Gordon Lightfoot was indeed sitting at a table in a cozy room with an open fireplace when he wrote this song.
-Florian
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The lamp is burnin' low upon my table top
The snow is softly fallin'
My glass is almost empty
I read again between the lines upon the page
The fire is dying now, my lamp is growing dim
The shades of night are liftin'
The mornin' light steals across my windowpane
Where webs of snow are driftin'