(George Green - Dave Robbins)

That old brown house is haunted said the young boys in the road
who threw stones through faceless windows as the sky filled up with snow
I watched them from a taxi and the driver said of course
That one time late at night he'd seen a young girl on the porch.

And it must have been a ghost he laughed I shivered in the cold
And the snowflakes fell like ancient tears on South December Road
Something in my heart remembered long forgotten sins
As they echo through those empty rooms and scatter in the wind.

There's a branch that's barely hangin' from a dying chestnut tree
And it sways before the window where your bedroom used to be
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And I drove the old man's Plymouth through the tired Midwestern snow
And you met me on the corner down on South December Road.

Now that drug store up on Main Street has that sign above the door
They've been satisfying customers since 1934
We drank cherry flavored cola's there when we were seventeen
But that soda fountain's gone now so a bought a magazine.

And I walked down toward the graveyard as the wind began to blow
And I stumbled across the headstone nearly buried in the snow
And your face filled up my memory and a phantom filled my soul
Like the cracks that filled the sidewalk down on South December Road...

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