The skies are gloomy and raw and gray.
It’s a drizzly, dour November day.
My heart is happy! Oh, Joy! Oh, Glee!
It’s how November is supposed to be.
The skies are gloomy and raw and gray.
It’s a drizzly, dour November day.
My heart is happy! Oh, Joy! Oh, Glee!
It’s how November is supposed to be.