November

The table set for you now, this one last time

We lay your body gently down, and gather around

A cheap pine box, my covenant, I'll not forget

Your hands once warm and full of love, grown cold in death

My sweet November

To you he flies

All must surrender to her

We all must die

Now Winter holds you in her thrall, the sun turns red

The cold, hard earth is calling you into her bed

How soon our precious love is spent and desolate

The ages waste in passing, erase the dead

My sweet November

To you he flies

All must surrender to her

We all must die

I miss you more with every day

I miss you more than words can say

And, hunted by the jealous grave,

My heart is empty

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Lyrics submitted by david.