So dies the chill of November
and dawns the love of December
but its still nice to remember
the beginning we made in September
summer skies of blue, daises of yellow
we would walk slowly together, so mellow...
Can you remember the fires of September
that still endure through cold November
Can you imagine the peace of December
when our love can cuddle and be tender
But something every December helps me remember...
that though no snow will wishingly follow
if it were not hurt, a heart would be hollow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
when tears were not here beside my pillow
Try to remember the warmth of September
when we could contently lay beneath the willow
now with the dawn of white December
we remember the flames of September
that burned in our hearts like an ember...
so next time you hold me, remember, remember...
and let that flame live and flourish this December.
but every December i still remember...
If hearts were never hurt, they would be hollow
so take my hand, come with me, and love with follow...
