"I see the children skating, I hear their happy song.
O, how my heart is aching. I'd love to sing along.
But it's a long, long time to remember
To the time when you were here.
It's a hard, hard time December.
It's a hard, hard time of the year.
Lord, I don't want to be alone when the snow begins to fly,
When the snow begins to fly."
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