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