From the overnight frost the bare fields looking gray
The cattle in the farmyard sheds bellowing for silage or hay
And from the old Barony the first breath of Spring still seems far away
Though the birds in bare hedgerows do not chirp or sing
Each dawn one day nearer to the northern Spring
Though your exhaled breath looking gray in the cold morning air
Your woolly cap or hat on your head keeps some warmth in your hair
The hungry rooks cawing on a tall leafless tree
In Duhallow on a cold morning in early February
When the grass is gray with frost a sign that rain is near
But quite typical weather for Duhallow for the time of year
In view of the snow capped mountains in Duhallow today
From the overnight frost the grass looking gray.
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