TURNING TOWARD THE MORNING
(Gordon Bok)

Now October's growing thin
And November's coming home;
You'll be thinking of the season
And the sad things that you've seen,
And you hear that old wind walking,
Hear him singing high and thin,
You could swear he's out there singing
Of your sorrow.

Turning Toward the Morning (Live) · Gordon Bok     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oQmPEWTo-LY