December

I searched for you,
O'er hill and mountain,
And when luck met you,
In the vale,
You were known and part,
Of me,
In the grey December.

The autumn leaf,
Sang a song of sorrow,
For it had lost its
Wondorus Spring,
You were know and part,
Of me,
In the grey December.

All man's mirth,
And all his sorrow,
Could not hide the truth,
You were known and part,
Of me,
In the grey December.

And now I feel,
The summer calling,
And ale that freely floweth,
But you were known and part,
Of me,
In the grey December.