Through December

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

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

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