There is mournful sound in the November rain. Haunting rain.
Tap, tap, tapping on the darkened pane, Window pane
Cold winds blowing with an icy breath, With a wailing voice that whispers death. What gives such sadness to this rain? November Rain.
Lovers wail inside this rain It cries like a soul in human pain. Souls in pain.
Its Frozen wetness chills the flowers heads Ice cold upon their summer beauty now lay dead. such beauty fades in frozen vain In the cruel November rain
Stirring brown leaves now blown and fled Weeping on gravestones where more than leaves lie dead.
Do they haunt our memories once again In the relentless wailing November rain? Haunting rain.