NOVEMBER
MORNING SUN
LA LA LA, LA LA
LA.
THE TREES SHINE
IN THE MORNING SUN
THERE'S
A BLUE SKY AND THE CLEAR RIVERS RUN
NO MORE
FROST ON THESE STICKS AND STONES
THE WIND
DON'T CUT THROUGH TO THE BONE
LA LA LA LA LA LA
NOVEMBER MORNING
SUN
FLOWERS ARE BRIGHT IN THE GRAVEYARDS
BELLS ARE
RINGING THROUGH THE FARMS
THE WHOLE
GREEN COUNTRY'S TURNING RED
THE BIRDS
ARE ALL HEADED OUT WEST
I FILLED UP MY SUITCASE WITH CLOTHES
HEADED OUT
DOWN A GRAVEL ROAD
THE DOG
FOLLOWED ME TO THE GATE
AS I WALKED
OFF INTO A BRAND NEW DAY
DON'T MISS ME NOW OR EVEN TRY TO SAY
WHAT IT
WAS THAT MADE ME LEAVE TODAY
WEREN'T
NO MONEY PROBLEM OR LOVER'S TIFF
WAS JUST
THE SIGHT OF A MORNING LIKE THIS
I was travelling
to the local riverbank to do some fishing one day years back when
I saw a whole hedge full of birds erupt as one - they were about
to migrate - and it was one of those crisp and miraculous blue sky
days you sometimes get as winter comes in. It's that miraculous
feeling I was after.
This song was
written with that at back of my mind and also I was heavily influenced
at this time by the first couple of Ron Sexsmith albums which I
loved. I think the cemetery imagery slipped in from his lovely song
'Pretty Little Cemetery' off of 'Other Songs'
Also I'm a big fan of William Carlos Williams too and something
trickled in from him.