[Instrumental] [Verse 1] So quiet in November’s restless glow, The year drifts by in one last falling spiral. The canvas waits, its colors running low, Soft watercolors fading in denial. [Chorus] Before the snow, let’s rise above the sky, Where clouds, like us, keep changing with the weather. We’ll taste the smoke that slowly drifts on by, Above the lake, a fisherman and nature breathe together. [Verse 2 ] A tailwind lifts us from the silver lake To Petersburg—its autumn, sighs, and poets. To Jerusalem, where Christmas starts to wake, And nuns kiss wax, though no one ever knows it. [Chorus] Before the snow, let’s rise above the sky, Where clouds, like us, keep changing with the weather. We’ll taste the smoke that slowly drifts on by, Above the lake, a fisherman and nature breathe together. [Verse 3] The courtyard dog is crying in the dawn; The night-time chill has finally overtaken. The year sheds leaves, and quietly moves on Through people’s homes already grief-awakened. [Instrumental] [Chorus] Before the snow, let’s rise above the sky, Where clouds, like us, keep changing with the weather. We’ll taste the smoke that slowly drifts on by, Above the lake, a fisherman and nature breathe together. [Outro] [End]
