November day

We were walking on that November day,
just hours before you went away.
The sun was friendly to us—
a happy, friendly day it was.

We took a long walk,
so free and friendly it looked.
A day we thought everything would be good
on this peacefull wonderful day.

looking forward to Christmas time,
we thought everything would be fine.
So happy we were,
we had so many good things to share.

I often think of that last November day,
just hours, before you went away.
How fine was your company,
many good days you did pleasing me.

Now you’re gone, so many years,
and most of the shadows disappeared.
But on this November day,
I miss you more than I can say.

But real love in hearts, they always stay.
On this November day.