Earlier this month I posted "Accentuate the Positive" which was the first song I heard on Radio 2 that morning, but I could equally have posted the last one I heard that night, which was this haunting lament by Alison Krauss, "Get me Through December" because, if truth be told, that was closer to how I felt, with the hectic run-in to Christmas after a bruising year. How pale is the sky that brings forth the rain As the changing of seasons prepares me again For the long bitter nights and the wild winter's day My heart has grown cold, my love stored away My heart has grown cold, my love stored away I've been to the mountain, left my tracks in the snow Where souls have been lost and the walking wounded go I've taken the pain no girl should endure Faith can move mountains; of that I am sure But faith can move mountains; of that I am sure Just get me through December A promise I'll remember Get me through December So I can start
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