A song for the month of November.
Winds of November
Verse 1
[G] The leaves have turned to amber gold,
[C] The fields are bare and [G] brown,
The north wind blows across the hills,
And carries [D] summer down.
[G] The geese are flying southward now,
[C] Beneath the fading [G] sun,
And November lays her weary head
Where [D] autumn days are [G] done.
Chorus
[G] Oh, blow, ye winds of November,
[C] Blow softly through the [G] pine,
For the days grow short, the nights grow long,
And the frost is on the [D] vine.
[G] So gather ’round the fireside,
[C] Let the old songs [G] fill the air,
For November brings a lonely heart
[D] And memories [G] everywhere.
Verse 2
The harvest moon has come and gone,
The pumpkins lie asleep,
The farmer shuts his weathered barn,
While shadows cross the deep.
The little brook runs dark and slow,
Beneath its coat of gray,
And every bird has left the wood
To find a warmer day.
Chorus
Oh, blow, ye winds of November,
Blow softly through the pine,
For the days grow short, the nights grow long,
And the frost is on the vine.
So gather ’round the fireside,
Let the old songs fill the air,
For November brings a lonely heart
And memories everywhere.
Verse 3
[A] I mind the days when we were young,
[D] And walked the country [A] lane,
When golden leaves were all about,
And summer knew no [E] rain.
[A] But time has turned the seasons round,
[D] And years have swiftly [A] flown,
And now I hear November’s song
[E] As I sit here [A] alone.
Verse 4
The church bell rings across the vale,
The evening candles glow,
The children dream of Christmas bells,
While winter waits in snow.
And though the frost may claim the fields,
And winds may shake the door,
There’ll come a spring to wake the earth,
As there has come before.
Final Chorus
[A] Oh, blow, ye winds of November,
[D] Blow softly through the [A] pine,
For the days grow short, the nights grow long,
And the frost is on the [E] vine.
[A] So gather ’round the fireside,
[D] Let the old songs fill the [A] air,
For November brings a quiet peace
[E] And memories to [A] share. X 2
Public Domain Arr. Roger McGuinn
