Lyrics

In Darkest December
By the warmth of the fire
We chink the glass
And toast the season,
Revisit the past.
 
By the crackling fire’s blaze
We recall loved ones and lost days
Times of sadness and of mirth,
Old ghost stories by the hearth.
 
But one without is staring in
Through frosted glass
Unseen, unnoticed in the white darkness:
She creeps past.
 
 
Words and music by Beck Siàn
Keyboards and vocals by Beck Siàn
Recorded by Beck Siàn and Jonathan Kershaw