Текст песни In the Garden of November - Bruce Sudano

On a Friday in the garden of November
Sitting on a bench just thinking
About the future and the past
With memories and dreams colliding in mid air

The summer's over and gone
Winter's coming on
And all that remains is falling to the ground

On a Friday in the garden of November
Life is passing by, life's passing by

There's a church up on the corner where I go
The concrete statues watch while you pray
There's beam of light streaming through the stained glass window
So you listen close for what God has to say

Hustle's in the air
Hope outweighs the fear
There's a chill that tells us
Christmas is getting closer

On a Friday in the garden of November
Looking at pictures of the babies on my phone
You can almost hear the angels choir just singing
With the spirits that surround us come and gone

Summer's over and gone
Winters coming on
All that remains is falling to the ground

On a Friday in the garden of November
Time's moving on, time's moving on