December, It always happens in December
I get a yearning for a Christmas I know, with holly and snow
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
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 roam
In December, I'll be going home
You'll find the children sound 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 roam
In December, I'll be going home
In December, (December) I'll be going home
In December, I'll be going home