Gabrielle Aplin - December

^FWhite skies, w^Aminter time Oh, the ^Dmwarm soul of ^Bbyou ^FFeeling bright, f^Ameeling kind Oh, the w^Dmarm soul of you

^BbI don’t need the snow to feel m^Fagic 'Cause w^Bbhen I think of you I know it’s ^Creal Oh, the ^Bbstarry skies and C^Christmas lights are t^Dmragic If ^GmI don’t get to look at them with ^Cyou

D^Bbecember wouldn’t be the same with^Fout you ^DmDecember wouldn’t be the sam^Ce And ^Bball the dreams I’ve ever had could c^Fome true But D^Dmecember wouldn’t be the sam^Ce Without the warm soul of yo^Bbu Without the warm soul of yo^Bbu

^FDriving home, le^Amtting go Oh, this ye^Dmars been so c^Fruel Then I s^Fee your face and it ^Amfades away Oh, the war^Dmm soul of you ^C

^BbI don’t need the snow to feel m^Fagic 'Cause w^Bbhen I think of you I know it’s ^Creal Oh, the ^Bbstarry skies and C^Christmas lights are t^Dmragic If ^GmI don’t get to look at them with ^Cyou

D^Bbecember wouldn’t be the same with^Fout you ^DmDecember wouldn’t be the sam^Ce And ^Bball the dreams I’ve ever had could c^Fome true But D^Dmecember wouldn’t be the sam^Ce Without the warm soul of yo^Bbu Without the warm soul of yo^Bbu

^BbDecember wouldn’t be the same wi^Cthout you ^BbDecember wouldn’t be the s^Came Oh, De^Bbcember wouldn't be the same wit^Chout you ^DmDecember wouldn't be the ^Csame And all the st^Bbarry skies and Chr^Cistmas lights are t^Dmragi^Fc If ^GmI don’t get to look at them with ^Cyou If ^GmI don't get to look at them with ^Cyou