November Lyrics

Autumn Rhyme
November Lyrics

November:
Golden light is turning grey;
Mists begin to rule the day.
Bare the trees, their branches lift;
Clouds to dead leaves earthward drift.
Through the field the farmer goes,
Seeds of ripened corn he sows;
Trusts, the earth will hold it warm,
Shelter it from cold and harm.
For he knows that warmth and light,
Live there hidden from our sight;
And beneath a sheltering wing,
Deep below, new life will spring!
Deep below,
Deep below,
New life will spring!

Autumn Songs and Rhymes