In December the nights
Are so long, very long.
And the moon’s dreary light
Isn’t kind, isn’t warm.

So you fell for my call,
Now you yearn for my kiss,
You say you want to fly,
Marry me – you insist.

Yes, I will be your wife.
Oh, my love is so sweet.
I will change your poor life,
Flying is easy for me.

I’ll embrace you so tight
You will need nothing more.
I will teach you to fly.
Like a bird you will soar.

But one thing you must know -
With my arms around your neck -
I will not let you go
For this bliss has no end.

So [bad word] to the altar,
Tie the knot, say I do!
I am the ropemaker’s daughter,
Now your wife forever [bad word] 

In December the nights
Are so long, very long.
And the moon’s dreary light
Isn’t kind, isn’t warm.

Till the end of all time
We’ll be free, we’ll be free…
Joined together, entwined,
You and me, you and me.