It’s a funnel cake November
Not quite an Indian summer
But somehow this sweet air could
Turn into a hailstorm
And the church bells ring
Right as darkness falls
Usually by now them bells are gone
Here comes the killing frost
Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 8:21 PM UTC
It’s a funnel cake November
Not quite an Indian summer
But somehow this sweet air could
Turn into a hailstorm
And the church bells ring
Right as darkness falls
Usually by now them bells are gone
Here comes the killing frost
