This looks like a December day This looks like a time to remember dayAnd I remember a spring Such a sweet, tender thingAnd love's summer college Where the green leaves of knowledgeWere waiting to fall with the fallAnd where September wine Numbed the measure of timeThrough the tears of October Now November's overAnd this looks like a December day This looks like a December dayIt looks like we've come to the end of the wayAnd as my memories race back To love's eager beginningReluctant to play with the thoughts of the endingThe ending that won't go away And as my memories race backTo love's eager beginning Reluctant to play with the thoughts of theending The ending that won't go awayAnd this looks like a December day
