I think about the days Im cherishing these memories we have made We still have our stories About the times We stayed up all night talking on the telephone
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody
feeling Inside that I know I must be right It's the singer not the song It's the singer not the song It's the singer not the song
There is a time in late December The sun stands still in winter For three days and three long nights Throughout time we've watched the sky And waited
everything about it is a love song. Everything about it. Everything about it is a love song. Everything about it. Everything about it is a love song.
I was reading a magazine And thinking of a rock and roll song The year was nineteen fifty four And I hadn't been playing that long When a man came on
need everyone's eyes just to feel seen. girl, your so vain, you probably think that this song is about you. don't you? don't you? if I could write you a song
of April leaves Respondent to the thought that Often things you caught or bought Were not the ones you sought Now his December is a sender Singing songs
and a yellow straw hat Decided to say, "i do" So they rode to june and glory On a bicycle built for two Hear the past. the song is old. The
gonna be what it is All that you can do is try To make your future beautiful, beautiful And let it be the greatest moment in your life I remember almost every December
December With your hand to hold Oh It's you I miss the most Every time it snows Carollers and revellers Their songs are bittersweet The streets are full
Ooh Yea: It's the first of December And winter is here So many reminders that Christmas is near I love streets at night ablaze with light The cities
angel wings, like diamonds on the ground. Autumn leaves are gone now, winter winds blow cold. But I'd dance through December with your hand to hold.
the hill My love is purer than the snowflakes that fall in late December And honest as a robin on a springtime window sill And longer than the song of
Dancing bears, painted wings Things I almost remember And a song someone sings Once upon a December Someone holds me safe and warm Horses prance through
out my face Before you get bust quickly That's the hip hop, the hibby, I rip it in a minute 'Cause I'm gifted like December 25th, now let me flip I'
face, before you get bust quickly! Verse two: KRS-One Thats the hip hop, the hibby I rip it in a minute cause I'm gifted Like December 25th Now let
Feel how the wind blows, december despair, Bring me a ribbon to tie up my hair, I'll be your bride, go where you go, All of my life, you'll be my beau