In Winter In Ireland

It is windy and raining the sky overcast and gray
And the cattle in farmyard sheds bellowing for silage or hay
The birds far too cold and hungry for to chirp and sing
In Winter in Ireland no signs of the Spring

From the streams and the rills and every field drain
The river bank high swollen by heavy rain
Through the deserted fields by village and town
Flow on to the sea in flood waters of brown

A cold Winter's morning at zero degrees
The storm from the hills howling in leafless trees
In Winter it does rain quite often and the sky seldom clear
And the sun seldom shines at this time of year

To the Country now known as Ireland when the Romans came
Hibernia Land of Winter for it was their name
It must have been in the depths of Winter since they did not stay
From the windswept shores on their warships they sailed away

In Winter in Ireland seldom a dry day
And the cattle in farmyard sheds often bellowing for silage or hay
And the rain swollen river in flood waters of brown
Flowing bank high in the fields by the old country town.