Thea Gilmore - Old december

^A Bring, bring, ^Ebring it to me ^{A A A} Bright stars on a^Enother gilded ^Atree ^A And for ^Bm7all of its ^Aties There's a ^Bm7greater sur^Gprise ^A Sing, sing, ^Esing for old Dec^Aember.^A

^A Time, time, ^Etell me there's still t^Aime ^{A A} The season always ^Ewalks a crooked li^Ane ^A But any ^Bm7joy that's been ^Asown Can hold a ^Bm7candle to the ^Ggrown ^A Sing, sing, ^Esing for old Dec^Aember.^A

Old De^Bmcember^{Bm7 A A} Old De^Bmcember^{D D}

^A Home, home, ^EI am coming home ^{A A A} Run, run, said the ^Ewheel and the micro^Aphone ^A And who^Bm7ever you ^Apraise Raise a ^Bm7glass to these ^Gdays ^{G A} Sing, sing, ^Esing for old Dec^Aember ^A Yeah who^Bm7ever you ^Apraise Raise a ^Bm7glass for these ^Gdays ^{G A} Sing, sing, ^Esing for old Dec^Aember ^{A A} Sing, sing, ^Esing for old Dec^Aember ^{A A} Sing, sing, ^Esing for old Dec^Aember ^A