Bonfire of the Night

November - fire will light the sky In the bonfire of your burning heart Seasons change to suit you Winter skies they tend to blow In October little witches, they're gonna walk the streets When the leaves go whistling from the trees Wind can change to blow on you Water boiling for your brew In December, all those doors are closed With a cold wind that is biting at your toes Ice can fall to drip on you Snowflakes falling on your shawl