November - fire will light the sky
In the bonfire of your burning heart
Seasons change to suit you
Winter skies they tend to blow
In October little witches, they're gonna walk the streets
When the leaves go whistling from the trees
Wind can change to blow on you
Water boiling for your brew
In December, all those doors are closed
With a cold wind that is biting at your toes
Ice can fall to drip on you
Snowflakes falling on your shawl