December - Norah Jones

December, come to me

I hope I can see you

Not just in dreams

I will let you be

Why can’t you believe

How much you really mean?

December, won’t you come

Back with snow, even sun?

Don’t say that it’s done

I will carry you home

Take you from the loneliest

Place you have known

I will carry you home

Take me from the loneliest

Place I have known