A Winter's day in Claraghatlea and a chill in the breeze
And the old fields are gray from the overnight freeze
And droplets of water dripping off of the bare trees
In temperatures as low as zero degrees
The cattle in farm shed are bellowing for silage or hay
In a countryside looking so dreary and gray
And old Clara Hill wearing his hat of snow
And in brown flood waters the stream bank high flow
By wind exposed ditch and by bare hedgerow
At a time of year where nothing seems to grow
Ground frost overnight and heavy rain yesterday
And it is looking like that more rain is on the way
In late January in Claraghatlea six weeks from the Spring
When grass will start to grow and birds will chirp and sing.
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