On the wintry chariots of November
Oh! grey -eyed sadness you arrived yet
again , though the fallen leaves were
premonitions of the fast approaching
hours of our rendezvous.
But the fool in me hoped this cold your
arrivals might be delayed but here I am a meek
little being already in your sturdy embraces my
my grey-eyed sadness.
While your disheveled twinkle-eyed sister
happiness is such a trickster, her feet are never
on grounds and is still busy playing childish
My grey-eyed sadness you so prim-proper
and grim and grey, it is baffling to me
you endure my chattering companies.
Oh! grey-eyed sadness just sit by my side
You only respite to my mistrusting-heart
for the twinkle-eyed happiness is elusive,
besides I’ve grown fond of you , I am
pleased that you arrived even if you are