Sad November Breeze

With the breeze against my back I set sail

A guest of honor on this pavement trail

A sacred sanctuary all my own

But it’s infinitely sad to walk alone


Somewhere there’s a friend I used to know

And dreams that dreamed so vivid, long ago

Where windows weren’t all buried in their dust

And street signs didn’t flaunt their news in rust 



I hug my jacket close and freeze

In this sad November breeze

I'm feeling just as naked as the trees

In this sad November breeze breeze


My thoughts unspoken melt into the air

And join the song of autumn like a prayer

My footsteps sound across the concrete stone

And the echo of their beat says I’m alone


I think I hear the leaves sing as they fall

Like I think I hear you answer when I call

I see your tears float down the gutter stream

Your reflection in a broken bottle’s gleam



If I could have you one last night to hold

I'd sleep on your sleeve and never be cold

Then my troubled mind would be at ease

In this sad November

in this sad November ... breeze Breeze


By Mary James & Jean James