In January In Duhallow

The cold winds of January from the north east does blow And the weather is cold quite cold enough for to snow And the hungry birds silent on the naked hedgerow In the flat and rushy fields where the Blackwater flow. January in Duhallow from here far away In the chill of the morning the frost bound fields gray In the farmyard sheds cattle bellow for silage or hay Where the sun seldom shines on a January day. The distinctive harsh caws of the silver backed crow In the Season where grass does refuse for to grow And few cars on the roadway that leads to the town Near where the river flows bank high in flood waters of brown. In January in Duhallow the old fields looking bare With the harsh chill of Winter in the cold Morning air And at least eight long weeks till the first breath of Spring When Nature will bloom and her wild birds will sing.