Capturing Nature’s Beauty: The Inspirations Behind Willie Nelson’s ‘Summer of Roses / December Day

Introduction

Willie Nelson and his sister Bobbie are renowned for their musical prowess and heartfelt performances. One of their most cherished creations is the song “Summer of Roses / December Day.” This masterpiece embodies the essence of changing seasons and the emotions that come with them, capturing the beauty of both summer and winter in a melodic journey. In this article, we delve into the background of the song and the remarkable artists who brought it to life.

Did You Know?

  • “Summer of Roses / December Day” is a poetic blend of two contrasting seasons, symbolizing the passing of time and the changes it brings.
  • Willie Nelson, born on April 29, 1933, in Abbott, Texas, is a legendary American musician, singer, songwriter, and actor.
  • Willie Nelson’s sister, Bobbie Nelson, born on January 1, 1931, is a talented pianist and an integral part of Willie’s band.

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Lyrics:

“Summer Of Roses / December Day”

A short time I have to be with you my love
But a short time is better than no time you see
And I bring to you all my posessions
And would that you’d share them with me
I bring you one springtime of robins
One springtime of robins to sing
I bring you one summer of roses
One summer of roses I bring
I bring you dry leaves of autumn
Dry leaves will be helpful you know
To soften the fall of your snowflakes
When I bring you your winter of snow

This looks like a December day.
This looks like a “time to remember” day.
And I remember the spring, such a sweet tender thing.
And love’s summer college,
Where the green leaves of knowledge,
Were waiting to fall with the Fall.

And where September wine,
Numbed the measure of time.
Through the tears of October, now November’s over,
And this looks like a December day.

This looks like a December day.
It looks like we’ve come to the end of the way.
And as my memories race back to love’s eager beginning,
Reluctant to play with the thoughts of the ending:
The ending that won’t go away.

And as my memories race back to love’s eager beginning,
Reluctant to play with the thoughts of the ending:
The ending that won’t go away.

And this looks like a December day.

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