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Sweet November [Original Soundtrack] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Sweet November (Schneifder Electric) · Sweets for My Sweet/Sweet Sweet Soul (The Sweet Inspirations) · Sweet Sweet Sweet Music (Jahyute Revolution) · Promo Only: Modern Rock Radio (November 2004) (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Live at the Fillmore, November 25, 1966 (Jefferson Airplane) · Adventures: BBC In Concert [10th November 1984] (The Adventures) · November (Azure Ray) · In Concert: November 9, 1969 (The Rolling Stones) · Legends Live: Liederhalle Stuttgart, November 22, 1977 (Gerry Mulligan) – and 90 other albums »


nothing left 'cept the dream
Of the first sweet warm morning light
November rains into your deep, dark night

When November rains
Midnight is calling
January, February, march, April
May I have this dance
June, July, August, September, October
Give me just one chance

November my poor sweet
change
November spells sweet memory, the season blue remains
November spells sweet memory, the season blue remains

Your yellow hair is like
November
Remember me for who I was not who I am
I'll pray you'll never understand this
Sweet sweet sweet November

Heard you fucking with Tommy again
[Music: Sipilä & CHARON Lyrics: Leppäluoto]

White dreams of sour relish
Four candles in VIRGINS nest
Sweet rhyme of brook flows in our
This looks like a December day
This looks like a "time to remember" day
And I remember the spring, such a sweet tender thing
And love's summer
This looks like a December day
This looks like a "time to remember" day
And I remember the spring, such a sweet tender thing
And love's summer
This looks like a December day
This looks like a "time to remember" day
And I remember the spring, such a sweet tender thing
And love's summer
Sweet November you stole my heart
I let it go with all the fear and doubt
Sweet November you opened my mind
With all the sweetness that you left
Southern Dream Track #22 2:44
Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee)
(John Lee Williamson)
Chicago, November 12, 1947
With Blind John Davis - piano, Big
Where did he go
The man who said, I have a dream
Where have they gone
The four who sang, to let it be
JackieĀ“s alone
She lost him one November
Were apples still grow in November
 where blossoms still bloom from each tree
 where leaves are still green in November
 its then that our land
This looks like a December day
This looks like a "time to remember" day
And I remember the spring, such a sweet tender thing
And love's summer
change as seasons do, yes baby
But maybe sweet November will tell us the story
That will bring us back the love that we both knew

When autumn first
(Jonathan Kingham & Mark Erelli)

She was the parson's only daughter
And a poor sharecropper's dream
Her voice as sweet as falling water
From
When the kingdom crumbled down
To the cold November ground
And everybody gathered around 
To celebrate
'til the rain washed you away
How I wish

Never has a sweet November
All I had was a dark October
For a while I wanted to die
But I said why oh why
November 
And a bitter heart will not reveal 
A spring that love remembers 
When that sweet brown girl of mine 
Her black eyes are ravens 
We broke
soon I know we'll come together.
Even though our feelings change as seasons do.
But, maybe sweet November will tell us the story that will bring us
(every day) of the year
Every day of the year
(September) I light the candles at your sweet sixteen
(October) Romeo and Juliet on Halloween
(November) I'll
She's an outbound mellow downed easy
feet on garden grounds sunny weather good time child
She's got a sweet warm break the storm custom
tailored
I love, I love, I love my calender girl
Yeah, sweet calender girl
I love, I love, I love my calender girl
Each and every day of the year
I love, I love, I love my calender girl
Yeah, sweet calender girl
I love, I love, I love my calender girl
Each and every day of the year
in November

Astrovia, sweet comrade, your nation is your gun
Your love reads like the broken code you sent me
One last contact in red square,
Whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell
The mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, (indeed)