In February In Mushera

From the overnight frost the high fields looking gray

And in the farmyard sheds the cattle are bellowing for silage or hay

The weather temperature just above zero degrees

And the hungry rooks cawing on bare deciduous trees

The songs of the birds one never does hear

In February in Mushera a cold and wet time of year

On the narrow and steep Butter Road above Millstreet Town

Few cars and trucks do pass up and down

Since in Spring and Summer far more natural beauty to see

Few tourists visit Ireland in February

When the fields by the mountain wear their Nature's flowers

That have come to bloom in the mild Spring showers

The high countryside looking lush and green

And in Mushera at her finest natural beauty to be seen.