November skies are dull and grey

Oh cast me back to the month of May

When flowers bloomed and songbirds sang

And joyful laughing in playgrounds rang

Where skies were blue and mornings bright

Where clouds were dappled in evening light

Where crops were shooting, bursting high

Where summers fun was getting nigh

This month we really needed sun

Before the winter really comes

And shields us all in dark and cold

And holds our slumber young and old

Until the birds again they sing 

And signal the happy start of spring