Duhallow In December

The Boggeraghs half cloaked in the grey fogs of rain
And brown storm water flowing fast in every roadside drain
The rain drizzling down from a sky gloomy grey
The sun is not shining on Duhallow today
The songs of the birds one never does hear
In December in Duhallow a cold and wet time of year
The weather temperature just above zero degrees
And the hungry rooks cawing on bare deciduous trees
The cattle indoors for their Winter stay
In farmyard sheds bellowing for silage or hay
Many cold and wet days and nights until April in Spring
Until the deciduous trees sprout new leaves and the nesting birds sing
Cold winds of December from the Boggeraghs blow
And the rivers bank high in Duhallow flow.