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 shes 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 winters night both
Ssomehow young and old i loved her most
The day she died her hair was colored gold
Poor old red shes 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 alls cold
But my heart poor red its hard to let you go
Poor old red shes dead and gone her eyes
I do remember at least i have this old guitar
To get me through december through december