Brian McArdle & Wry Toast: Music
November Days
(Brian McArdle)
NOVEMBER DAYS
I hear wind through the oak trees
Feel the chill of the rain
Smell the fallen leaves
It’s November once again
I guess that’s the reason
You’ll soon be on your way
One last taste of autumn
Before a winter cold and gray
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AND SO YOU DANCE
TO THE RHYTHM OF YOUR LIFE
LEAVING NO CHANCE
I HAVE A PLACE LEFT IN YOUR FLIGHT
THE LIGHT GROWS SHORT
AND WINTER’S COMING ON
NOVEMBER DAYS
WILL SOON BE HERE AND GONE
I watch the days go by
Flowers melting in the rain
Turn my face to wind
And cover up the pain
Conversations drift away
When the cold wind blows
In the quiet of the mountains
The emptiness just grows
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