I Remember
A Nostalgic Winter Dream: Unveiling Barbra Streisand's Sentimental Christmas Memories
Lyrics
I awake on a chilly Christmas morning
I wake up on a cold Christmas morning.
Watching choirs singing carols on TV
Observing choirs singing carols on TV.
I gaze out through my window at a dozen other windows
I look out through my window at numerous other windows.
Then I plug in my artificial tree
Then I set up my artificial Christmas tree.
And like a dream I begin to remember every Christmas I used to know
Like a dream, I start to recall every Christmas from my past.
A thousand miles away, a million years ago
Those memories feel distant, as if a thousand miles away and a million years ago.
I remember sky.
I recall the sky.
It was blue as ink
The sky was blue, or at least that's how I remember it.
Or at least I think
Reflecting uncertainty about the accuracy of the memory.
I remember sky
Recollection of the sky continues.
I remember snow, soft as feathers, sharp as thumbtacks
Recalling snow, soft and sharp, falling like lint.
Coming down like lint
Describing the texture of snow resembling feathers and thumbtacks.
And it made you squint when the wind would blow
Mentioning the squinting effect caused by the blowing wind.
And ice like vinyl on the streets
Ice on the streets likened to vinyl, cold and white.
Cold as silver, white as sheets
Describing the coldness of silver and the whiteness of sheets.
Rain like strings and changing things
Rain depicted as strings and a force that brings change, like leaves.
Like leaves
Reflection on the changing nature of leaves.
I remember leaves
Recollection of leaves, vividly green like spearmint.
Green as spearmint
Describing the crispness of leaves akin to paper.
Crisp as paper
Memory of trees, bare like coat racks, and scattered like broken umbrellas.
I remember trees
Recollection of various elements in parks, bridges, ponds, and zoos.
Bare as coat racks, spread like broken umbrellas
Reference to people with ruddy faces and muddy shoes.
And parks and bridges, ponds and zoos
Mentioning light, noise, bees, and boys in the surroundings.
Ruddy faces, muddy shoes
Expressing a nostalgic longing for days gone by.
Light and noise and bees and boys
Recalling days filled with memories.
And daaaaays, oh!
Emphasis on the fleeting nature of time.
I remember days or at least I try
Reflecting on the attempt to remember days, which become hazy over the years.
But as years go by, they're a sort of haze
Acknowledging the fading clarity of memories as time passes.
And the bluest ink isn't really sky.
Casting doubt on the accuracy of memories, comparing them to the bluest ink not being truly sky.
And at times I think I would gladly die
Expressing a willingness to trade for a single day of clear sky.
For a day of sky!
A longing for the simple beauty of a clear day.
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