Through December

(album: The Triumphs And Travails Of Orphan Mae - 2001)

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