Late in November
When the trees have no leaves
Daylights surrender
When the seeds have no needs
One morning still dawning
A sudden chill in the air
Now time is up for breaking up
I'll soon be gone anywhere
Anywhere, I'm setting off and walking at a slow and peaceful pace
The rain is pouring gently on my face
It whispers everywhere, the forest takes good care
Writer(s): Hans Ragnar Fredriksson, Fredrik Nils Lindqvist, Patrik Jonnie Lundstrom, Jon Erik Gamble, Johan Erik Wiking Nordgren
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