Through December - Laura Veirs
Birds were falling from the sky
All leaves had turned to brown
The heartless cold froze everything
And took my poor red down
Poor old red she's dead
And gone her eyes
I do remember at least
I have this old guitar
To get me through December
Through December
Through December
Her eyes were dark
As winter's night both
Somehow young and old
I loved her most
The day she died her hair
Was colored gold
Poor old red she's dead
And gone her eyes
I do remember at least
I have this old guitar
To get me through December
Through December
Through December
Old man winter at my door
The sky heavy with snow all's cold
But my heart poor red
It's hard to let you go
Poor old red she's dead
And gone her eyes
I do remember at least
I have this old guitar
To get me through December
Through December
Through December