In February By Mushera

Old Mushera looks cold in his hat of snow
And in Aubane valley the chilly winds of February blow
On the narrow Butter Road cars slowly driven up and down
In the high countryside above Millstreet Town
The chirpings of the migratory redwings one of the few birds sounds one does hear
In February by Mushera a cold and wet time of year
In farmyard sheds cattle are bellowing for silage or hay
Though the calendar Spring is not that far away
From the high countryside by Mushera that is so green in Spring
When the wildborn nesting birds chirp, whistle and sing
And dark faced lambs on the foothills around their mothers play
And the swallows are back home to breed from lands far away
Above Mushera in February the sky seldom clear
Though Spring to the high country in time is near.