Dancing bears, painted wings,
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings,
Once upon a December.
Someone holds me safe and warm,
horses prance through a silver storm,
figures dancing gracefully,
across my memory.
Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart used to know,
once upon a December.
Someone holds me safe and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully,
across my memory.
Far away, long ago,
glowing dim as an ember,
things my heart, used to know
things it yearns to remember,
And a song someone sings,
Once upon a December