December is the cruelest month

but 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

but this year she's mine and 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 recognise her face

It's a plague of fool blown aside

forever by her soft and silent grace

She is reckless as a Mayday

gentle as a stone

And ready to go anywhere

to carry me back home!



December fell deep in the bleak

mid-winter time when Jesus Christ

Howled a baby saviour's howl

a primal truth as pure as ice

And though we crucified him on a cross

and dragged his name from payer to curse

He was able to go anywhere

he was almost one of us!