December is the month that cries
December is the month of death
It mourns the time that passes by
She would say with every breath.

But December came and claimed just one
Her love of many years,
It passed her by but was not done
It left her to her tears.

July was hot and promised more
but then before she knew
December came and drew its score
To its promise it was true.

She always wondered why it was
December had its way
She realized it was because
Death would not delay.

Come with me my dear sweet child
It's time for you to see
That December can be anytime
And it comes for you and me.