Through December Lyrics

Laura Veirs 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