When November Calls

When November calls We tread upon a copper carpet our footsteps proudly bold noble trees become cathedrals the world seems dipped in gold The evening twilight paints its shadow highlights loving eyes windchimes sing their sweet crescendo a night song sad and wise And you, you, always there's you nothing matters more than there is you So when I see that first gold leaf feel your warm breath on my cheek I know... How November calls