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.