Time has gone by
The calendar leaves and snows fly
I might write a poem
If I could think of the words to try
What is there to remember?
The winter was December
Just one more year left behind
She never looked around to see me
She never looked around at all
All I saw was the shadows on the wall
She never looked around to see me
Oh, she never looked around at all
All I heard was the snow that had to fall
She left in the morning
Quietly that was her way
And on returning
I find I have nothing to say
What is there to remember?
The winter was December
Just one more year left behind