The cold November wind blows
Sweeping things of new away
Bringing back memories of old
Drag me back, they may
My desires of long ago, I behold
Once again, pull me under the wave
I believed that I had been already saved
But such may be my final grave
When these November winds blow
Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 3:32 PM UTC
The cold November wind blows
Sweeping things of new away
Bringing back memories of old
Drag me back, they may
My desires of long ago, I behold
Once again, pull me under the wave
I believed that I had been already saved
But such may be my final grave
When these November winds blow