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When the wind backs around to the North in November,
Wild geese go a ganging out to sea.
There's snow on the wind
And it's ever been the same,
That north wind don't even know my name,
That north wind don't even know my name.
Long time ago, I had a pretty little girl.
She had pretty ways and silver in her tongue
But that winter wind come prowling 'round,
That pretty girl did go,
She found a man whose house was snug and warm
A man whose house was warm in the wind and snow
When the wind backs around to the North in November,
Wild geese go a ganging out to sea.
There's snow on the wind
And it's ever been the same,
That north wind don't even know my name,
That north wind don't even know my name.
Now the days come 'round, I've got another kind of woman.
She's got no teasing eyes and her tongue is still
And she likes the snowflakes falling,
She doesn't mind the rain,
She knows what's in her heart like she knows her name,
She knows what's in her heart like she knows her name.
I'll build her a house of the winds of November,
Shingled with the sun along the shore,
With the wind for her blanket,
The rain will be her door,
The pine for her pillow and her floor,
The pine for her pillow and her floor.
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