The old man alone, walking down by the water
He's still got no secrets to tell
Hears the voice of his bride though her days are done
She says,"Honey, you sure loved me well..."
Roll up your sleeves and build you a house
And don't let the cold you down
Love with the blood and the fire you've been tending
When the chill of November comes around
The young man confused, strolled down to the corner
Down where you sink like a stone
Where they show themselves loud and they show themselves often
Then he used his head and went on back home
So roll up your sleeves and build you a house
And don't let the cold you down
Love with the blood and the fire you've been tending
When the chill of November comes around
They fight and they die for mansions and money
They live for the kill and the gain
When they're burning it all down in the chill of November
I'll be walking you home in the rain
And it's roll up your sleeves and build you a house
And don't let the cold you down
Love with the blood and the fire you've been tending
When the chill of November comes around