Apr 28 2001

November hill

(a home for the grandfather clocks)

The day we took our walk up November hill
is the day I remember now.
You asked me if I loved you, and I said I didn’t know,
I wasn’t certain somehow.
But oh how I wish I could fall onto the green fields of yesterday,
and be there with you,
and lie quiet and still,
and avoid our walk up November hill.

I looked into your eyes, I could see I’d hurt you so,
I knew that soon you’d go.
A teardrop brushed your cheek, but I just turned away,
not knowing what to say.
But oh how I wish I could fall onto the green fields of yesterday,
and be there with you,
and lie quiet and still,
and avoid our walk up November hill.

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