November Song

As I was following the road back to our house

Deeper than blue was the dusk through the trees

With the last of the leaves clinging on like my mother’s hand

Cold as the sandpaper wind on my cheeks

Over the river and under the railway

Moonlight in silver the ribbon of blue

And the phone lines were whistling like my mother’s breathing

And my eyes were streaming

There’s a clock on my wall

Sometimes I hear it in my dreams

But I won’t be afraid of the changes a comin’

While I know a love that is sure as the morning

There’s a light in the clockhouse

A light in the chapel

A light in the hallway left on by an angel

And I creep up the stairs and I pause at the threshold

To take off my boots and my clothes in the dark

With my nose like a fox and my skin like a chicken

I steal into my bed where it’s warm as an oven

And you feel like the bread made in my mother’s kitchen

And we’re peaceful as a candle

And the clock on my wall

Sometimes I hear it in my dreams

But I won’t be afraid of the changes a comin’

While I know a love that won’t break with the dawn

No, I won’t be afraid of the darkness a comin’

No, I won’t be afraid of the darkness a comin’

While I know a love that’s sure as the morning