When you see a solitary glove in the snow Do you think, "where did the other one go?" And hats and scarves and days, all of our days Do you see the ghostly tracks in the ground? The light the dark has found That not unlovely all-caressing grace It's hanging in the air like a question mark A face you'll never see, a fire left unsparked Naked as the earth, unbound and set apart Yes, December will come Yes, December will go Bringing hope in its wake Bringing what, I don't know Like a water on a bough, winter in your head The brittleness of days will surely pass instead December will come, but it will go Let it snow, but not for picturesque shows Not for sleighs or globes Not for hills and certainly not for lovers Let it snow to hide the graves we make Of losses and mistakes And years of which we'd hate to see another Turn your face and hands gently to the light Lose some of the wrongs you know you'll never right Naked as the day, naked as the night Yes, December will come Yes, December will go Bringing hope in its wake Bringing what, I don't know Like a water on a bough, winter in your head The brittleness of days will surely pass instead December will come, but it will go Turn your face and hands gently to the light Lose some of the wrongs you know you'll never right Naked as the day, naked as the night Yes, December will come Yes, December will go Bringing hope in its wake Bringing what, I don't know Like a water on a bough, winter in your head The brittleness of days will surely pass instead December will come December will come December will come, but it will go Surely it will go