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these sunny days are growing colder |
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the trees are shaking their coats from their shoulders |
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or didn't you know, or haven't you seen the signs |
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I told my friends you were getting closer |
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my mother's been praying; my father's been hopeful |
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I swore I was telling the truth |
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don't make me a liar |
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and every night when I fall into bed |
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I'm staying on my side instead |
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of filling all the spaces where your body will lie |
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and I pray you're safe and happy |
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I pray the Lord you're soul to keep |
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and as I drift to sleep, I'm whispering to the sky |
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good-night my sweet lover |
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oh, good-night my dear one |
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I hope the morning finds you in the sun |
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I will be so jealous of the rain |
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sneaking through window panes |
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to touch your face |
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but I'll be with you before November comes |
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May to December, January to June |
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I've been wanting to share some of these months with you |
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though I went away and winter's always found me warm |
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still I thought of you like a letter sent |
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something on its way that I was meant to |
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hold and so I'm singing to you |
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through these north west storms |
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good-night my sweet lover |
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oh, good-night my dear one |
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I hope the morning finds you in the sun |
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and just like confetti leaves riding |
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the wind to line your streets |
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I'll be falling fast before November comes |
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just like confetti leaves riding |
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the wind to line your street |
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I'll be falling fast before November comes |
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these sunny days are growing colder |
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the trees are shaking their coats from their shoulders |
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or didn't you know, or haven't you seen the signs |
