1. December

From the recording December


Come to me in this cold winter
Come across snow and into the chill
I’ll lay your down in layers of flannel
I’ll keep you warm, you know I will

Come to me in this gray winter
Past barren trees, through leaves of brown
Climb the blue stairs to my door and I’ll answer
I’ll show you gold where we stand now

And while we’re here in the grip of December
Dream not only of June
I’m right here, and I surrender
To this season—and to my love for you

So stay with me through this cold winter
Stay as the days lean toward light
All we can ask for lives in this moment
Always the brightest days follow the night