Old December Lyrics - Thea Gilmore

Bring, bring, bring it to me 

Bright stars on another gilded tree 

And for all of this time 

There's a greater surprise 

Sing, sing, sing for old December 

Time, time, tell me there's still time 

Season, always warmth and crooked lines 

Any joy that's been sown 

Can hold a candle to the grown 

Sing, sing, sing for old December 

Old December 

Old December 

Home, home, I am coming home 

Run, run, said the wheel and the microphone 

And whoever you praise 

Raise a glass to these days 

Sing, sing, sing for old December 

Yeah, whoever you praise 

Raise a glass to these days 

Sing, sing, sing for old December 

Sing, sing, sing for old December 

Sing, sing, sing for old December