Cold November wind against the window
Floating autumn leaves throughout the air
Red and orange trees set off the background
Contrast against the gray November sky
It's hard to be happy in November
When nature looks so sad and dead
Cold, harsh rain bangs on the windows
And the cars and the streets and the roofs
Thick gray clouds roll in and stay
An echo of the pain of mankind
Just plain old November in the mountains
Dreary and hopeless every year
Not quite Autumn but not quite Winter
It's always that November rain
Not a calming Fall thunderstorm
Nor a mass of eight-sided flakes
Always so cold and harsh and biting
Even on a pretty shade of gray
Like the worst dissonance possible
On a Steinway grand piano
Such a horrible, boring month to be
Seems to get worse every year
It always gets darker, colder, and grayer
November in the mountains
November, November, November.
