November is the kindest month,
by beauty is beset.
And that I am in England now
I never will regret.
November is the birth of hope
before there’s bud and leaf.
And that I am in England now
gives joy and never grief.
November is, to me, divine;
it melts my heart with love.
And that I am in England now
makes me thank God above.
November is for lovers’ walks,
through woodland, o’er the wold.
And that I am in England now
is worth its weight in gold!