November Twilight
Paul Francis Webster / Pete King
The branches of the trees are bare
The smell of burning leaves is in the air
November twilight steals across my heart
At five o'clock the streets are dark
Across the empty bandstand in the park
November twilight softly falls again
So still that you could hear a voice
If one were calling
So quiet that you could hear a tear
If one were falling
And April's laughter steals once more
Across the dark pavilion of my heart
And then I miss you most
Miss you with the ache of long lost things
Of sunburnt hours and garden swings
When life was beautiful
And love was young and gay
November twilight must you stay?