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