INTRO
She reminds me of November,
In the steel-blue in her eyes.
It's her soul I will remember,
Wise and ancient as the skies.
She's a traveller she's a gypsy,
Passin' through and movin' on.
And I knew when she was with me,
She's no singer she's the song.
She belongs to the rain,
She belongs to the wind,
She belongs to the storm blowin' in.
She belongs to the stars,
She belongs to the sea,
She belongs to the deepest of all mysteries.
INSTRUMENTAL
I can see her in my memories,
Staring out across the bay.
Like a restless seagull ready,
To rise up and fly away.
And the time we spent together
Was a magical romance
I was fortunate to know her
Not too many get that chance
She belongs to the rain,
She belongs to the wind,
She belongs to the storm blowin' in.
She belongs to the stars,
She belongs to the sea,
She belongs to the deepest of all mysteries.
She belongs to the rain,
She belongs to the wind,
She belongs to the storm blowin' in.
She belongs to the stars,
She belongs to the sea,
She belongs to the deepest of all mysteries.
INSTRUMENTAL (same picking as intro to fade)
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