Meet Me In November

Meet me in November when the sky turns cold and grey.
Come lay with me under these blankets and we could sleep all day.

And I’d hold you tight through, the dark and moonless nights when
you’re feeling lost and afraid.
My dearest darling, you are the one and only that makes me feel this way.

So meet me way down south let’s take a long walk in the sun.
Stroll along these sandy beaches while salty air fills our lungs.

And I’d hold you tight through, the dark and moonless nights when
you’re feeling lost and afraid.
My dearest darling, you are the one and only that makes me feel this way.

If you were a sheep, I’d be your fleece.
I am the leaves growing on your trees.
If you were a kite, I’d be your string.
I am the hinges on your door that never squeak.

So meet me in November when the cold air is blowing in.
And if you would be my Cinderella then I would be your prince.