Back There Near Caherbarnagh Hill

Back there near Caherbarnagh hill the weather cold today And from the overnight frost the old fields looking gray It is even too cold to snow below zero degrees And not even one leaf remains on the deciduous trees The migrant redwing thrushes chirp on the windswept hedgerow And the old stream from the high ground bank high to the river flow It will be at least nine weeks till the early days of Spring Till the deciduous trees bud new leaves and the nesting songbirds sing Today above old Caher bog the brown lark does not fly For to carol in the grayness of the mid morning sky It is a dormant time of year when grass refuse to grow And across the barren countryside the cold north east winds blow And the harsh caw of the gray crow in the frosty air one hear In early January in Caherbarnagh in the cold of the New Year.