On This December Night Arlo Merchant
On this December night, The frost shrouds my heart.
Seeing you makes it thaw, just a little.
I think to myself, no, not you, not again,
But the memories come flooding back, our long talks, our secret smiles; Us.
On this December night my heart thaws, just a little.
Why’d you do it? Hide me away.
I would have walked through a storm. I would have done it barefoot. Just to see a smile on your face.
On this December night the frost shrouds my heart.
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