I know it was cold
and near the end of autumn,
but to me, it was spring instead.
Stars fell from the sky -
I think I must have caught ‘em,
the way they danced around my head.
And my heart was beating like a drum -
the first of more to come.
I remember November’s kiss.
Wasn’t there a symphony? I swear
I heard the music playing there
when I took you into my arms.
Wasn’t there a grand display of fireworks,
Or was it just the sparkle in your eyes?
In the dead of night
was the day I started living.
And, Oh, what a life it’s been,
With you - everyday,
there’s a need for Thanksgiving,
And I am ever grateful for, now and then,
and the rest that’s yet to come,
for the love that started from
that tender November’s kiss.
