December - Billy Butterfield, Kay Star

The kind we used to have back home a long time ago.

December, brings back a scene that I remember.

The lighted christmas trees and windows at night

so cheerful and bright, and all the world a wonderland

(all covered with white.)

Children sound asleep on christmas eve, they’re dreaming dreams of make believe,

and you can bet tomorrow, they’ll be thrilled when they awake to find their

stockings filled.

December,

These are the things that I remember.

And, so no matter what my fortune may be, or where I may rome,

In December, I’ll be going home.

You’ll find the children all asleep on christmas eve, they’re dreaming dreams

of make believe.

You can bet tomorrow, they’ll be thrilled when they awake to find their

stockings filled.

December,

These are the things that I remember.

And, so no matter what my fortune may be, or where I may rome,

In December, I’ll be going home.

In December, (december) I’ll be going home.

In December, I’ll be going home.