November gloom, cold skin
Apple cider, garbage tins
Soggy leaves, fog swirls
Watch the trees bend and blow
They surround my little home
Keep me sheltered from the world
I feed the stove in the night
Cup my hands around my eyes
To see the snow coming down
Short cold days, hard freeze
Ski a path between the trees
To the field above the town
November gloom, that psychic premonition
Waits on you to fall
Open your eyes, don't trust your intuition
It's all beautiful
November moon, shine bright
We can ski without a light
To the neighbor's cabin house
If I leave here someday
Be it death or higher pay
Let me quickly turn around
And I would long to be here
If only for a day
If ever I had left it
If ever I had strayed, I had strayed
Half my life I've fought
To deny the nagging thoughts
That arrive on autumn winds
Stay awhile, then leave
I'll accept this part of me
It makes me who I am
So love the world, when it's blowing, dark, and pouring
Try to love it all
And love yourself when you're angry, lost, and boring
You are wonderful
