Dancing Bears,
painted wings:
things I almost remember.
And a song someone sings
Once Upon A December.
Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prace through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
across my memory.
[instrumental tune]
Far away,
long ago
glowing dim as an ember.
Things my heart used to know,
Once Upon a December.
Someone holds me safe and warm,
horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dacing gracefully
across my memory.
[change of tune]
Far away, long ago
glowing dim as an amber.
Things my heart used to know.
Things it yearns to remember.
And a song someone sings
Once Upon a Dece-em-ber.