Old December

歌詞

Bring, bring, bring it to me Bright stars on another gilded tree And for all of this time There's a greater surprise Sing, sing, sing for old December Time, time, tell me there's still time Season, always walks and crooked lines Any joy that's been sown Can hold a candle to the grown Sing, sing, sing for old December Old December Old December Home, home, I am coming home Run, run, said the wheel and the microphone And whoever you praise Raise a glass to these days Sing, sing, sing for old December Yeah, whoever you praise Raise a glass for these days And sing, sing, sing for old December Sing, sing, sing for old December Sing, sing, sing for old December