Carry me fast November winds come early I pray and send me straight into her arms. Hold me tight baby, the winds are pushing me away. I brush your face, and it is gone with the wind that brought me here.

I catch the wind again and follow your heart as my guide.
Once before I had that heart buried deep in my soul as you were the center of my world.  It is not the same as before, yet November’s winds and storms torn souls asunder.

I am at the mercy of the wind, chilled to the bone as the
early winter enters my breath.  Choking from the cold I
seek her shelter.   Welcome me? I don’t truly know.  Only the winds of November can tell.  Turmoil tumbles me timeless within the tempest.

Let me catch the winds of November sweet Lord. Let me see reality set before my face. Let me seek my friends grace. She has forgiven me seventy times seven, yet her heart, like mine, never forgets a love lost.

I can only hitch a ride on those cold north winds to meet my destiny. I offer only what she already knows I have within me. A smile that infects those around me and a laugh that brings a smile to her face.  A cup of coffee
and a bagel, I see her standing in my door as the winds of November bring a tear from my eye.

 rb