Time's gone by Calendar leaves and snows fly I might write a poem If I could think of the words to try What is there to remember The winter was December Just one more year left behind.
She never looked around to see me She never looked around at all All I saw was shadows on the wall She never looked around to see me She never looked around at all All I heard was snow that had to fall.
She left in the morning Quietly that was her way And on returning To find I had nothing to say What is there to remember The winter was December Just one more year left behind.
She never looked around to see me She never looked around at all All I saw was shadows on the wall She never looked around to see me She never looked around at all All I heard was snow that had to fall...