Текст: George Canyon. One Good Friend. Bird In December.

It sure is cold this morning
They're hangin' lights in the trees downtown
The Indian summer is over
The fall fell away and blew out with the cold northern wind

He swore forever
Couldn't measure his love
But she's all alone under
Gray skies above

Like a bird in December
Who didn't fly south
Time just ran out

She's a bird in December
Hearts that love blind
Sometimes get left behind

Her feathers are too bright for this dull town
Her colors are all wasted here
She followed him here for the summer
But like seasons all disappear, suddenly he was gone

It's all so much clearer
Watching from the outside
We all saw it coming
She didn't get out in time

She's a bird in December
Who didn't fly south
Time just ran out

She's a bird in December
Hearts that love blind
Sometimes get left behind

Oh, the winter won't last, the sun will come out
Well, I know she'll find love again but right now

She's a bird in December
Like a bird in December
Who didn't fly south
Time just ran out

She's a bird in December
Hearts that love blind
Sometimes get left behind

The storm, it won't last
December will pass