Her frosted essence hints of winter’s coming closer Like the last time My yearning presence’s waiting for the dawn of grace, yeah For the last time After fall of leaves her spell was gone blacken dyed November After fall of leaves my love was gone blacken dyed no ... The snow has fallen and the woods are veiled by her She’s so bewitching Greyness of sullen morning, skies now torn asunder She’s so bewitching, ooh ... After the leaves have fallen down… After fall of leaves her spell was gone blacken dyed November After fall of leaves my love was gone blacken dyed November