I hear November calling
as it does every year,
the chill that's in the air
cold enough to freeze my tears,

I hear the lonesome call
whistling through the wind
swirling pain all around me
embracing me once again

I hear November calling
as it wraps me in despair
reminding me of all we've lost
another year without you there

I hear in the distance
the old church bell toll
once agian i'm here
to pray for your soul

The cold, dank earth beneath my feet
my hand upon your marble stone
memories besiege my heart
as I stand here again all alone

November calls and I come running!