Old December Songtext / Lyric

Bring, bring, bring it to me

Bright stars on another gilded tree

And for all of this time

There's a greater surprise

Sing, sing, sing for old December






Time, time, tell me there's still time

Season, always warmth and crooked lines

Any joy that's been sown

Can hold a candle to the grown

Sing, sing, sing for old December

Old December

Old December



Home, home, I am coming home

Run, run, said the wheel and the microphone

And whoever you praise

Raise a glass to these days

Sing, sing, sing for old December



Yeah, whoever you praise

Raise a glass to these days

Sing, sing, sing for old December

Sing, sing, sing for old December

Sing, sing, sing for old December