The Autumn horizon wakes me from my sleep.

I feel your cold hand touch me and I weep.

An Indian Summer, the wind gave breath to the leaves.

The fall of a season. Look back from where it came.


The fangs of a bitter frost bite tear me limb from limb.

It makes me see all sides and returns to haunt my days.

Icy fingers hold me outstretched to an ice plagued world.

I hear old Jack Frost painting on the edge of my window sill.

And he says to me without a doubt, "Do you believe me?"

And the wind whispers low, "November's leaving."


We seek sheltered havens. A fire sings lullabys.

The storm blows icy water on a frozen desert sea.

Icicle daggers get thrust deep into my heart.

The Autumn is crucified to tear this year apart.


The fangs of a bitter frost bite tear me limb from limb.

It makes me see all sides and returns to haunt my days.

Icy fingers hold me outstretched to an ice plagued world.

I hear old Jack Frost painting on the edge of my window sill.

And he says to me without a doubt, "Do you believe me?"

And the wind whispers low, "November's leaving me again."

To the cold.....


I reach for warmth. Please hold me closer.

See my breath in the wind as your love chills me to the bone.

Frozen anguish, I stand alone,

As we seek for refuge from the cold.

Winter's dagger in my heart.

The Autumn is crucified to tear us all apart.


November, I hear you're leaving.

November, I hear you're leaving me again.