The old hill is wearing it's white hat of snow
And it is cold in the fields where the rushes do grow
Brown storm water flowing high in stream and drain
On it's way to the big river swollen by recent rain
In farmyard sheds cattle bellowing for silage or hay
They always feel hungrier on a cold Winter's day
For fodder the cold seems to increase their need
For farmers in Winter their animals financially expensive to feed
A cold wind in the wind of a December day
And the sun behind gray clouds is hidden away
The cold winds are soughing in the naked trees
With the weather temperatures a chilly zero degrees
The weather forecast has more rain on the way
Close to eighteen weeks from the birth of the May.
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