On a winter's Sunday I go
To clear away the snow and green the ground below
April, all an ocean away, is this 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 the snow
And all my teens in tow, suffered in strata of clothes

Pale the winter days afer dark
Wandering the gray memorial park, a fleeting beating of hearts


What were the words I meant to say before you 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