@SONG: December
@ARTIST: The Waterboys
@ALBUM: The Waterboys
@YEAR: 1983

December is the cruelest month
This time for once my cheeks are warm
After long years in the monkey house
I am ready for the storm


Let them throw all their cannonballs
Let all their strongmen come
I'm ready to go anywhere
Through venom, sick and scum


December isn't always cold
This year she's mine, I know why
Somewhere a flower has to grow
For every flower that dies


I'm stricken with fever
But my heart is strong as steel
I'm ready to go anywhere
I can believe, I can feel


December is a trusted friend
I always recognize her face
It's a plague of fool thrown aside forever
By her soft and silent grace


She is reckless as a Mayday
Gentle as a stone
She's ready to go anywhere
To carry me back home


December fell deep in the bleak
Mid-winter time when Jesus Christ
Howled to save your baby's howl
A Primal truth as pure as ice


And though we crucified him on a cross
And dragged his words from payer to curse
He was able to go anywhere
He was almost one of us