I Remember
Barbra Streisand (Holiday) Lyrics

I awake on a chilly Christmas morning
I wake up on a cold Christmas morning

Watching choirs singing carols on TV
I watch choirs singing Christmas songs on TV

I gaze out through my window at a dozen other windows
I look out of my window and see many other windows

Then I plug in my artificial tree
I turn on my fake Christmas tree

And like a dream I begin to remember every Christmas I used to know
I start to remember all the Christmases from my past as if it was a dream

A thousand miles away, a million years ago
It feels like those Christmases were so far away in time and distance

I remember sky.
I remember the color of the sky

It was blue as ink
It was a deep and vibrant blue

Or at least I think
I'm not completely sure if it was exactly that shade

I remember snow, soft as feathers, sharp as thumbtacks
I remember the texture of the snow being soft like feathers, but also stinging like thumbtacks

Coming down like lint
It was falling gently like dust or lint

And it made you squint when the wind would blow
When the wind blew the snow in your face, it made you squint

And ice like vinyl on the streets
The ice on the streets was so smooth and shiny, it looked like vinyl

Cold as silver, white as sheets
The ice was as cold as silver and as white as bed sheets

Rain like strings and changing things
The rain was like strings and it changed things around

Like leaves
It changed the way the leaves looked and moved

I remember leaves
I remember the color and texture of the leaves

Green as spearmint
The leaves were bright green, like spearmint

Crisp as paper
The leaves were so fresh, they felt crisp like paper

I remember trees
I remember the tall, woody plants

Bare as coat racks, spread like broken umbrellas
The trees were leafless and looked like coat racks, but they were also spread out like broken umbrellas

And parks and bridges, ponds and zoos
I remember parks, bridges, ponds and zoos

Ruddy faces, muddy shoes
I remember people with red faces and muddy shoes

Light and noise and bees and boys
I remember the bright lights, the noise, the bees and the boys

And daaaaays, oh!
I remember those beautiful, long days

I remember days or at least I try
I try to remember those days, but it's difficult

But as years go by, they're a sort of haze
As the years pass by, those memories become blurry and unclear

And the bluest ink isn't really sky.
Even the bluest ink can't describe the true color of the sky

And at times I think I would gladly die
Sometimes I wish I could die just to experience those memories again

For a day of sky!
For just one more day with the beautiful blue sky