Ivan Strunin - The First Day of December

The First Day of December
Dirk Powell

It’s the first day of December
All the leaves are on the ground
I must’ve missed November
I never saw them falling down

The birds have found the sunshine
The bears have found their den
I have found this barstool
And an empty glass again

Well time is at a standstill
Yet it keeps flying by
Our love is just a memory
I guess some memories never die

Years they feel like minutes
Minutes seem like years
The first Day of December
All I know is you’re not here