The street lamp outside my window, stood alone,
Never stirring, always silent,
Ever enduring it never yields,
Buffeted by snow and rain it never shivers,
The warm light at its peak like a beacon through the fog,
Always still, always there,
The street light outside my window.
Bathing the floor in a comforting shade of yellow,
Casting long shadows of walkers trudging past,
A pillar of safety for the midnight motorist,
Always still, always there,
The street light outside my window.