November To linger longer Stick your spoon in the wall We'll slaughter them all November has tied me To an old dead tree Get word to April To rescue me November
Übersetzung: Waits, Tom. November.
Two hooves upon the plain, two hooves down in the graveyard My horse does have a name, one undisclosed to me We wait just by the grave for a man by name
wait just by the grave for a man by name of Denver He brings the ball and chain, one custom-fit for me My story is a shame that started last November
