Who will remember
The days of those snowy Decembers?
Or the pale orange glow of fading embers
Under the canopy of dark timber.
Who will remember and be glad?
My, The Times we had.
Who will remember
The days of those snowy Decembers?
Or the pale orange glow of fading embers
Under the canopy of dark timber.
Who will remember and be glad?
My, The Times we had.
