December, It always happens in December

I get a yearning for a Christmas I know, with holly and snow

The kind we used to have back home a long time ago

December, brings back a scene that I remember

The lighted christmas trees and windows at night
So cheerful and bright, and all the world a wonderland (all covered with white)

Children sound asleep on Christmas Eve
They're dreaming dreams of make believe
You can bet tomorrow, they'll be thrilled
When they awake to find their stockings filled

December
These are the things that I remember

And, so no matter what my fortune may be, or where I may roam
In December, I'll be going home

You'll find the children sound asleep on Christmas Eve
They're dreaming dreams of make believe
You can bet tomorrow, they'll be thrilled
When they awake to find their stockings filled

December
These are the things that I remember
And, so no matter what my fortune may be, or where I may roam
In December, I'll be going home

In December, (December) I'll be going home
In December, I'll be going home