Gm D# Dm
Verse
Gm Birds were falling from the sky a D# ll leaves had turned to brown Dm
The heartless cold froze everything and took my poor red down
Chorus
Gm Poor old red she's dead and D# gone her eyes I do reme Dm mber
At least I have this old guitar to get me through December
Through C December
Through Gm December
Verse
Her eyes were dark as winter's night both somehow young and old
I loved her most the day she died her hair was coloured gold
Chorus
Poor old red she's dead and gone her eyes I do remember
At least I have this old guitar to get me through December
Through December
Through December
Verse
Old man winter at my door the sky heavy with snow
All's cold but my heart poor red it's hard to let you go
Chorus
Poor old red she's dead and gone her eyes I do remember
At least I have this old guitar to get me through December
Through December
Through December
Laura Veirs
