Lyrics

December Snow

Snow is falling all around
Falling everywhere
I walk through it all alone
You’re no longer there.
April, May, two years ago
Countless bitter tears ago
I thought your love was true
I couldn’t tell it was not
I didn’t know how…
No one really knew me then
No one knows me now.

How it covers all the ground
Every step I take
Those I ventured long ago
Those I’ve yet to make
Things were so much different then
As they’ll never be again
Spring in the park had begun
Each tree reached out to the sun
Each leaf so green…
Under this December snow
That’s no longer seen.

How we’d laugh when we would meet
You were my best friend
How you made my life complete
I thought that could not end
I had to believe it so
Love, I thought, could never go
Your hand in mine for a lifetime
We would live as a million people do…

Oh, don’t think I’ve forgotten yet,
I remember you.
No you are not forgotten yet,
I remember you.

Where Are You Now?

On a subway platform
A homeless person stops and
asks me for twenty cents
I hardly see him at all
I stare in space
I’m adrift
I lose my place
There is just one thought my mind will allow:
Where are you now!

In every window I pass
Reflected in the glass is a
vacant pair of eyes that sit
In a head that nods and talks
As the body dumbly walks
And the question creases deep in the brow:
Where are you now!
Now it’s eight AM,
Are you getting out of bed?
It’s eight-fifteen.
Are you standing by the stove?
It’s nine-o-five.
Are you putting on your tie?
Are your curtains still blowing
In your bedroom window?
Our bedroom window…

In every tick of the clock
On every city block
In the roar of trains that pass me by
On the platform here designed
For the loveless and their kind·
I’d forget you if I only knew how…
Where are you now? Where are you now!

Coda

But surely you’re still you I’m still me
That’s for certain
I’m still no good at letting go, so…
Please let’s not even say hello.

Snow is falling all around
Falling everywhere
I walk through it all alone
You’re no longer there.

When Your Love is New

How I remember the moment we me
When our love was new.
Simple affection is all that you need
When your love is new.

He brings you flowers and mystery starts.
Life is a potpourri basket of hearts
On the day your love comes alive.

Light every candle and bask in the glow
When your love is new.
Go on a walk when there’s
nowhere to go every day.
Fountains of music will run through your head
As you lie daydreaming warm
in your bed with your love.

Trust in your feelings that well in your soul.
Trust that you’re each of you half of when whole
On the day your love comes alive.
Believe in your senses, discount all your fears,
Believe when it seems you’ve been lovers for years
All along, all along,

And you’ll believe you’re not going to die.
And you’ll believe there is never goodbye.
And in your happiness
both of you cry, how you cry.

Oh, how I wish I could relive the days
When our love was new.
Thinking, believing and feeling that way
When our love was new.

Bookseller in the Rain

See the bookseller in the rain
And the books on the table opened up to the sky
In the first light drizzle of a grey afternoon
In the city…
See the bookseller in the rain
And the stall that he keeps in the street
Looking something like a trailer in a trailer park.
In the morning when he opens up the doors
And out floods a world on the tables
As the books open up with
their promise of adventure.
And their stories
And their people
And the places you could travel
through their pictures
And they’re opening like flowers…

And I tell myself I’m a part of them
As the printed pages fly by
And the people all come alive again
In a simple blink of an eye
Here a tale of woe, there a comedy
And a Dickens novel or two
And a story told by O’Henry
I have barely time to review
Till the first drop of rain …

See the bookseller in the rain
Quickly run to the tables and collect all the books
Bring them in from the spatter of the thunderstorm
Placing cover onto cover onto cover onto cover
And the doors of the stall swinging shut.

Mister bookseller in the rain
Let me in?
I’m a closed book, too.

What a Relief

Nothing left but the shouting
Nothing left but the pain
Nothing left but the doubting
Nothing raining but rain
I should be feeling despondent
I should be lost in my grief
But all that I feel inside
Is—What a relief
What a relief…

My life’s not a short story
My life’s more than pretend
My life has its tomorrows
Stories come to an end
Fictional hearts can be broken
Real ones don’t heal all that well
Amazing to still be here
And what a relief.

No, I don’t regret the day
That I first met you
No, there’ll never be a time
When I’ll forget you
Oh, if only half the things
I’ve lived and planned for
Turn out for the best…

This will take getting used to
Something new on my mind
Somehow making a new start
Somehow hoping I’ll find
Those moments we can advance to
Moments we have a chance to
Turn a new leaf
Those moments are few
And always too brief…
But what a relief!

My Grandmother’s
Love Letters

I went up to my attic
To put away your letters
In a grey metal box, with two broken locks
Next to an old bird cage.
When I went to put your letters inside
I fund another packet
Covered with dust
And smelling of must
That came from another age…

My grandmother’s love letters
Held in her trembling hand
When she was seventeen
They were a world to her
They were her youth
They made her whisper low
Seventy-seven years ago

My grandmother’s love letters
So firmly in her grasp
She’d read one line and gasp
That means she breathed the air of long ago
I loved her so…

Some things you never know—
What makes the tide come in
and the little flower grow.
How Father Time decides when
he’ll come for one of us
Some things you never know—
What makes the eagle fly
and the southern wind blow
These things they come, they go
Like portents
Omens
Dreams…
You never know.

My grandmother’s love letters
When she was seventeen
Think what they had to mean
They were a world to her
They were her youth
She tied them with a bow
Seventy-seven years ago

My grandmother’s love letters
So firmly in her grasp
She’d read one line and gasp
And I’m the air she breathed so long ago
I miss her so..

I Had a Dream About You

I had a dream about you
We were together again
As we had always been.
It was the happiest dream
I think I ever have had
That you and I’ve been in.

It was a dream I don’t need to explain
We’re in the car and we’re driving in Maine
It’s so incredibly beautiful
I don’t know where to begin…

We’re driving into the night
And from a magical height
We see two orange moons.
They’re hangin’ up in the sky
Like a pair of contented balloons.
And as we stare into space in astonishment
I turn to look at your face and you kiss me…
All in an instant inside of a wonderful dream.

Oh I remember two orange moons
Rise in the sky to the sound of loons
And you were there—my dream.

I had a dream about you
We were together again
An old familiar pair.
It was the kind of a dream
So absolutely convincing
You believe you’re there.
The open road and the dotted white lines
The crispy smell in the air of the pines
The overwhelming sensation
You’re up and awake everywhere…

And when we look in the sky
They’re getting higher and higher
Those two orange moons.
There’s one for you and for me
And, impossibly, both of them gleam.
And I am holding your hand for eternity
And you’re beginning to say
That you love me
If only it really had happened
If only it all really happened
I had a dream about you
But, of course,
It was only a dream
It was only a dream
It was only a dream
I had a dream about you but of course
It was only a dream.

By the River

From the icy bridge I hear the river
Flowing out beyond the open bay
Deep beneath the waves a voice is calling
Come down to me, it seems to say…

I will understand your frozen journey
In the bends and elbows of my flow
Come to me and be my close companion
We’ll be as one
In what we know
What we know…

People will be born
People will die
As before you were born
And long after you…
Young ones will find love
Hand will find hand
We will flow, with no end
On and on…on and, on…

River calling, “Come join my journey.
I will ease your burden,
I will be your rest.”
River calling, “Come be my lover.
I will bring you freedom
Flow along with me to the sea.”
She sings to me
She sings to me

“See the snowflakes melting on my surface
As I softly lap against the shore.
Take a step and come to me my darling
Here in my arms
You’ll cry no more
Cry no more…”

I Am Longing

I am longing to be loved
Who will have this willing heart?
I’ll return love for my part
I’m longing to be loved.

Oh tell me who in the world
Will have all my care?
Who will receive all that I have to share?

I am longing to be loved
Who will have this willing heart?
I’ll return love for my part
I’m longing to be loved.

Who will have this heart of mine
Bursting wide with joy to give?
None so loyal, true or fine
Who wants this heart of mine?

Please Let’s Not Even
Say Hello

We meet by purest chance
Accident, unintended;
No time to let our feelings show…
Two people once attached
Still not matched
Still not mended
Please let’s not even say hello.

Please let’s not stop and talk awhile
You never know, we might continue talking…
But surely you’re still you I’m still me
That’s for certain
I’m still no good at letting go, so…
Please let’s not even say hello.
Please let’s not even say hello.

 

December Songs, by Maury Yeston
Copyright © 1991 Yeston Music Ltd.