Bonfire Of The Night - Tiny Dancers

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