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