OK, here are the words. I'll put the tune up later if I've got some time.

Many years ago, when taking this song down, I had a lot of trouble with verse 2, line 3, which for an hour or so was "Old Downy Charlie, sharp and bright", who was no doubt some mythical Cheshire folklore figure! I also sang it in the perfect setting (in duet with Herga Kitty) one crisp 1st November, a Sunday morning, at Talbot House in Poperinge, to a group largely from Herga and Maidenhead FCs, when we were staying there and visiting some of the WWI sites.

Mick

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WELCOME COLD NOVEMBER
(Pete Coe)

A mist comes crawling down the street
To the corner where the kids all meet,
With fingers stiff and frozen feet
To welcome cold November,
To welcome cold November.

And underneath the pale gaslight
We sang our songs into the night
All down each alley, sharp and bright,
To echo through November,
To echo through November.

Come rain or fog you could be sure
That you be rich or be you poor
There'd come a knock upon your door:
It's only cold November,
It's only cold November.

And you never asked the reason why
You spared a penny for the guy,
Or Roman candles in the sky
To light up cold November
To light up cold November.

And poor Guy Fawkes must burn again,
It's a pity that he died in vain,
For I should like to do the same
To celebrate November,
To celebrate November.

But your father's standing by the gate
And your mother's in a right old state:
"Son, don't you know it's far too late
To wander through November?
To wander through November?"

But now I'm old and past me prime,
Out of season, out of rhyme.
The kids today can't find the time
To welcome cold November,
To welcome cold November,
To welcome cold November.

Source: Pete and Chris Coe