Keep a poem in your pocket
and a picture in your head
and you'll never feel lonely
at night when you're in bed.
The little poem will sing to you
the little picture bring to you
a dozen dreams to dance to you
at night when you're in bed.
So —
Keep a poem in your pocket
and a picture in your head
and you'll never feel lonely
at night when you're in bed.
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
"We are nearer to spring
Than we were in September,"
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.