GoodGod's Journal

 November Song

Words and music by Winfield Shaw Clark
Lisa Wolff, soprano, George Loring, piano in concert at St. Anselm College, November 20, 1994

It’s a gray November;
The leaves have all turned brown,
And all the birds of summer
Are packing up to leave town.

Drizzly gray November,
The year is winding down,
And in the sky the sun pales like an ember.

And so it goes –
The frost takes the last rose,
And all the fields are frozen.
And so it goes –
The hills will soon see winter snows,
And I just sing my own November song.

It’s a gray November;
The night is crisp and clear,
And all the stars and planets
So bright you'd think they’re right here.

Velvet gray November;
The woods are dark and still,
And all around the hills are bathed in moonlight.

And so it goes –
The year draws to a close
Another year’s beginning.
And so it goes –
It won’t be long now, I suppose
‘Til I must sing my own November song.