The foolish tree it loves to grow
Its foolish leaves it loves to show
But little does it know that the seasons are changing
Now the leaves are dying from the fallen snow
Help me it is getting cold
There’s no more of you to hold
You didn’t even let me know
It was time for you to go
My eyes on the ides were
filled with the tears of a desperate no one
Afraid I might see you again my eyes won’t open
We’re breaking up all over again
My fruitful fantasy has been stolen
You’ve used me and I’ve used you
We’ve been untrue as we’ve been true
A part of us has left our mind
And now a part of us has left behind
November hovers above us
like a cloud in the sky
Rolling on like the tears in our eyes
Its here and gone before we know it
As we move on our November dies
So help me it is getting cold
There’s no more of you to hold
So tell me what it’s gonna be
Were moving on without me
