Mushera On Christmas Day

The weather temperature just above zero degrees
And the strong wind is soughing in the conifer trees
On the high ground by Mushera it is cold one can say
The sky of mid morning is sunless and grey

Where Mushera the old hill as ever looks down
On the high undulating countryside above Millstreet Town
The wild birds of Nature one never does hear
In late December a windy, wet and cold time of the year

Above the high woods in the prime of the Spring
When the wood pigeons coo and the nesting birds sing
From the slopes of Mushera on the higher ground
The scenery breathtaking for kilometers around

Beauty for artists to sketch and on writers to write
Stories and poems for to read and recite
But in Winter few do climb on Mushera such wild beauty to behold
On weather that is often wet, windy and cold

The winds of December blow with a cold chill
Across the bracken clad face of old Mushera Hill
But some hardy souls uphill climb their way
To the summit of Mushera on Christmas Day.