Phoebe Rees - Detroit December

December brings the King of Kings
They tell us that a child is born
But snowy nights and Christmas lights
They only leave me cold and worn
Salvation bands stretch out their hands
To ask you for a dime or two
To praise the Lord and Henry Ford
Detroit December

The friends I meet along the street
I know them from the factory
But thirty years of cutting gears
Make Christmas seem untrue to me
Eight hours a day to draw my pay
Overtime to see me through
And peace on earth, for what it's worth
Detroit December

The things I had, the things I made
Are tossed like pebbles on the beach
And any thing I want the most
Is always furthest out of reach
To trade these blues for dancing shoes
And trade the old year for the new
But time it seems will steal your dreams
Detroit December

And you…