December Day

This looks like a December day

This looks like a "time to remember" day

And I remember the spring, such a sweet tender thing

And love's summer college,

Where the green leaves of knowledge,

Were waiting to fall with the fallAnd where September wine,

Numbed the measure of time

Through the tears of October, now November's over,

And this looks like a December dayThis looks like a December day

It looks like we've come to the end of the way

And as my memories race back to love's eager beginning,

Reluctant to play with the thoughts of the ending

The ending that won't go awayAnd as my memories race back to love's eager beginning,

Reluctant to play with the thoughts of the ending

The ending that won't go away