November's Chill (via 2001)
Down past the river on humble orchard
road
There's a gravel path of many stories told
Back in late September of 1989, there's one untold
Legend of a farmer and his wife
In the pale musty sunset among the colored leaves
Is an old abandoned cabin surrounded by scarecrow trees
The weeds and grass grow wild, keeping the cabin up
The roof is now fallen in the frame barely standing up
Outside of the boarded up door, birds speak of the rumor
The squirrels tell jokes in tasteless sense of humor
I never knew that man that night, perhaps i
never will
I never will forget the wife buried up upon that hill
The grass that hides the rage of a sportsman's twelve gauge
Passion deterred, detoured, like November's chill
Passion deterred, detoured, like November's chill