The November Angel

The November Angel, the eyes of dreams

the stare of longing, penetrating deep

The November Angel, the eyes of beauty

the pull of her glare, the frown of despair

She comes out at night, certainly not a fright

She comes and watches, waits

Such a sweet angel, a beauty of delight

with a stare so incredibly bright

Such a cute princess, surpassing any goddess

with a laugh so nice

The November Angel, the girl of my dreams

the magic of her eyes, makes me weep

The November Angel, the eyes of power

the slow enchanting dance of the hour

She comes out at night, a beautiful sight

She waits and watches for me

Such a magic angel, surpassing any goddess

with a smile so nice.

She comes and goes, a treasure of a princess

She comes and sees, a beautiful rose of gold

She comes and leaves, a loving dream from my heart

an angel of beauty who captures my soul.