Dancing bears, painted wings. Things I almost remember, And a song, someone sings. Once upon a December. Someone holds me safe and warm. Horses prance through a silver storm. Figures dancing gracefully, Across my memory. Someone holds me safe and warm. Horses prance through a silver storm. Figures dancing gracefully, Across my memory. Far away, long ago. Glowing dim as an ember. Things my heart used to know, Things it yearns to remember. And a song, Someone sings. Once upon a December.
(Source: starkbenjen, via browncoatfromtheshire)
