Birds were falling from the sky all leaves had turned to brown The heartless cold froze everything and took my poor red down 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 Her eyes were dark as winter's night both Somehow young and old I loved her most The day she died her hair was colored gold 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 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 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
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