In Late Fall In Duhallow

The morning is chilly and calm and the sky is grey
And behind the clouds the sun hidden away
And Finnow bank high in flood waters of brown
In the rushy fields babbling close to Millstreet Town

In late Fall in Duhallow a cold and wet time of year
The song of the blackbird one never does hear
The cattle in farm sheds living on silage and hay
With Winter so near and Spring far away

In the subsiding flood in the grey of the dawn
The salmon upcurrent are swimming to spawn
For some of them a violent end it is near
Doomed to be victims of the poachers gaff or spear

The weather often chilly and wet not cold enough to snow
And Blackwater in flood on towards Mallow does flow
And cawing on a leafless beech tree a silver backed crow
It's kind not popular among sheep farmers since of their preying ways they do know

The sky overcast and the morning is cold
In late Fall in Duhallow the old year getting old
And the Boggeraghs are hidden in the fogs of grey
And the dawning of Winter is not far away.