This looks like a December day this looks like a time to remember
day
And I remember a spring such a sweet tender thing

And love's summer college where the green leaves of
knowledge
Were waiting to fall with the fall

And where September wine numbed a measure of time
Through the tears of October
Now November's over and this looks like a December day

This looks like a December day it looks like we've come to
the end of the way
And as my mem'ries race back to loves eager beginning

Reluctant to play with the thoughts of the ending the ending
that won't go away
And as my mem'ries race back to loves eager beginning

Reluctant to play with the thoughts of the ending the ending
that won't go away
And this looks like a December day