Bob & Sarah Amos - NOVEMBER

NOVEMBER
words and music by Bob Amos, Stark Brook Music, BMI

November
Bare black branches silhouetted high
Against a pearl grey sky
Facing the wind, I turn my collar up and then I walk
To keep warm inside
I stop to watch a lone swan flying south
Drifting through the cold November clouds
Then I turn to carry on, thinking all the while
About you

Walking
Footsteps crunching softly throughout the snow
And the leaves below
Humming a tune
A single voice echoed by the wind’s
melancholy moan
I spy the first bright evening star
And blow upon my hands to keep them warm
And as the light begins to dim
I turn to head back home again
Without you

As I walk these wooded paths alone
I’ll always feel you near me as I go
And through these shadows I can see
You’ll always be a part of me
And November