A slow ballad recorded as demo tape with nothing but a keyboard and a microphone
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Lyrics
The fog is thick and frightening dense
long time the sun had not a chance
the curtain falls, becomes a wall
and you can't see a light at all.
Too sparse and eerie all the trees
I walk through seas of fallen leaves.
When I walk my ways in November
I always have to remember
the brighter days with you
and I wonder if you do
think of me too.
While nature takes it's final breath
awaiting temporary death
I watch on grey and distant ground
a lonesome straying raw-bound hound
who curtly barks and disappears
while I still think of brighter years.
When I walk my ways in November
I always have to remember
the brighter days with you
and I wonder if you do
think of me too.
When I walk my ways in November
I always have to remember
the brighter days with you
and I wonder if you do
think of me too.
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