Lauren Michelle Miller
2011-12-16
Lauren Michelle Miller

Lyrics

Well the shadows are creeping out tonight

You ain't said a word, just staring at the firelight

I've heard these ghost stories time and time again

Of how the gypsy moves along, and leaves his only friend

 

I want to stop this train before it starts

I want to keep you right here, next to my heart

 

But it's late in October and these nights are getting colder

Could this breeze be trying to set me free?

Let me lean on your shoulder as we silently grow older

Harvest moon, shine on for you and me

Late in October

 

Now the memories, they're crawling back again

I've finally stopped thinking and trying to make sense

Yesterday I heard that old song playing on the radio

I wonder if it might be time for me to let go

 

Help me count those stars in this old sky

Because this just might be the very last time

 

It's late in October and these nights are getting colder

Could this breeze be trying to set me free?

Let me lean on your shoulder as we silently grow older

Harvest moon, shine on for you and me

Late in October

 

Well it's almost November, and October I'll remember

Could this breeze be trying to set me free?

Well I hope that the winter finds you safe and warm and tender

Harvest moon shine on for you and me

 

Late in October and these nights are getting colder

Could this breeze be trying to set me free?

Let me lean on your shoulder as we silently grow older

Harvest moon, shine on for you and me

Late in October

Lauren Michelle Miller
2011-12-16
Lauren Michelle Miller

Lyrics

The moon was bright

On a dark and dreary night

It was cold, cold cold until you held me tight

The wind did blow

Through the trees and I began to hope

That it's you, you, you who would take me home

 

Now you won't be true, but you're a pretty face to talk to

When I feel a little blue, and I'm as high as a Georgia Pine

 

So drink up and smile

You're my darling for a little while

So kiss me now, now now because I'll be gone soon

Under this lonely sky

You look a little like Mr. Right

But with the morning comes, here comes the light

 

Now you won't be true, but you're a pretty face to talk to

When I feel a little blue, and I'm as high as a Georgia Pine

Lauren Michelle Miller featuring Brian Collins
2011-12-16
Lauren Michelle Miller