Lyrics:

NOVEMBER TWILIGHT
Julie London with The Pete King Orchestra

The branches of the trees are bare,
The smell of burning leaves is in the air,
November twilight steals across my heart.
At five o'clock the streets are dark;
Across the empty bandstand in the park,
November twilight softly falls again.

So still that you could hear a voice if one were calling,
So quiet that you could hear a tear if one were falling!

And April's laughter steals once more
Across the dark pavilion of my heart,
And then I miss you most,
Miss you with the ache of long lost things,
Of sunburnt arms and garden swings,
When life was beautiful and love was young and gay;
November twilight, must you stay?