By The Northern Mountains

From the overnight frost the old fields looking gray
It is cold by the mountains from here far away
In the farm sheds the cattle are bellowing for silage or hay
In the silent dawn of a December day

The migratory redwing thrushes are chirping on the bare hedgerow
And the harsh though familiar caws of the silver back crow
Floats across the quiet fields in the cold morning breeze
In weather temperatures quite close to the zero degrees

At a time of year when grass does not grow
The old hill is wearing it's white hat of snow
And the worst of the Winter with each dawn draws near
December in the north is a cold and wet time of year

Quite close to four months from the early Spring
When the wildborn nesting birds whistle and sing
Brown storm water flowing in the roadside drain
And the river bank high from recent heavy rain

The first of December dawns with a cold chill
And a wintery breeze blows across the hill
From the overnight frost the old fields looking gray
By the northern mountains from here far away.