"November 5" as written by Richard Lofthouse Butler and Richard P. Fortus....
So where are we now
A summer's end autumn breeze
The winter is at your sleeve
The leaves have all gone
The windows are filled with frost
If I don't come home, I'm lost
Mary mark and john
Put on their shoes
And all ran home
And we're all here all alone
Now they've gone
There's ice on the pond
The fishes have gone to sleep
The water is cold and deep
Mary mark and john
Put on their shoes
And all ran home
And we're all here all alone
Now they've gone
Summer's gone from this town
I hope it all don't fall down
Hope it all don't rain on me
Summer's gone from this town
I hope it all don't rain down
Hope it all don't fall on me
The sun is shining in my sleep
In the shade's so cool and green
The blue sky's over me
Stop tossing and turning
A spin of the bottle
Said things that we've already said
So where are we now?
A summer's end autumn breeze
The winter is at your sleeve
Mary mark and john
Put on their shoes
And all ran home
And we're all here all alone
Through September, October, November, December
A new year won't come 'till they've gone


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"November 5" as written by Richard P. Fortus Richard Lofthouse Butler

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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