November Blues

Old man with his beard so long Grumbling like he's got a wrong song Every November he's feeling down You'd think there was no joy to be found Walking streets with furrowed brow He's got a secret but not for now Smoke from the chimney fills the air But he just sits back in his chair November blues they grip him tight Haunted dreams in the silent night He abhors the season that's yet to come Till he's numb and glum Neighbors smile and wave hello He nods back but his heart's in woe December's creeping like a ruthless thief Stirring up his hidden grief Kids with their letters and hopeful eyes Unaware of his deep disguise He hates November for what it brings And all that shiny Christmas bling November blues they grip him tight Haunted dreams in the silent night He abhors the season that's yet to come Till he's numb and glum November blues they grip him tight Haunted dreams in the silent night He abhors the season that's yet to come Till he's numb and glum