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Birds were falling from the sky all leaves had turned to brown
The heartless cold froze everything and took my poor red down
Poor old red she's dead and gone her eyes
I do remember at least I have this old guitar
To get me through December through December
Her eyes were dark as winter's night both
Ssomehow young and old I loved her most
The day she died her hair was colored gold
Poor old red she's dead and gone her eyes
I do remember at least I have this old guitar
To get me through December through December
Old man winter at my door the sky heavy with snow all's cold
But my heart poor red it's hard to let you go
Poor old red she's dead and gone her eyes
I do remember at least I have this old guitar
To get me through December through December