On a winter Sunday I go

To clear away the snow

And green the ground below



April all an ocean away

Is this the better way to spend the day?

Keeping the winter at bay



What were the words I meant to say before you left?

When I could see your breath lead where you were going to



Maybe I should just “let it be”

and maybe it will all come back to me

Sing oh January oh!



How I lived a childhood in snow

And all my teens in tow

Stuffed in strata of glow



Hail the winter days after dark

Wandering the gray memorial park

A fleeting beating of hearts



What were the words I meant to say before she left?

When I could see her breath lead where she was going to



Maybe I should just “let it be”

And maybe it will all come back to me

Sing oh Janu...

Oh January oh