November Twilight

November Twilight - Julie London (朱莉·倫敦)

Written by：Paul Francis Webster

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