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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Military Wives Choirs
Military Wives Choirs
Performer
Hilary Davan Wetton
Hilary Davan Wetton
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John McLaren
John McLaren
Composer
Sean Hargreaves
Sean Hargreaves
Arranger
Steve Turner
Steve Turner
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Hargreaves
Sean Hargreaves
Producer

Lyrics

November Sunday
I think it was the fourteenth of the month.
A chilly, foggy London night.
But as chilly, foggy Sunday nights go,
It was a good one.
Millions huddled tight around their hearths,
Knitting, reading, chatting, playing cards,
Close to their glowing wireless sets,
To catch the good news.
Out in the streets of the still-shattered city
A few people braved the night air.
Smoke curled aloft from the thousands of chimneys,
Like candles all lighted in prayer.
A tiny cry was heard within the walls.
Word raced throughout those famous halls,
The crying soon fell silent and he slept.
It was a good sleep.
I wonder what that infant dreamt
Lying in that lovely little crib.
Not of crowns or palaces or thrones
No, just a sweet dream.
November Sunday
I think it was the fourteenth of the month.
A chilly, foggy London night.
But as chilly, foggy Sunday nights go,
It was a good one.
Written by: John McLaren

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