The Month of January (5.09)
trad. Irish

It was in the month of January
the hills were clad with snow.
When over hills and valleys
my darling, he did go.
I overheard a fair young maid
with a salt tear in her eye.
She had a baby in her arms
and bitterly she did cry.

Oh, cruel was my father,
he barred the door on me.
Cruel was my mother
this dreadful crime to see.
Cruel was my own sweetheart,
he changed his heart for gold.
And cruel was that wint'ry wind
that pierced my heart with cold.

For the taller that the pine tree grows
the sweeter is the bark.
And the fairer that a young man's words
the falser is his heart.
For they'll kiss you and caress you
till they think they have you won.
Then they'll go away and leave you
all for some other one.

Susan McKeown - vocals
Susan Craig Winsberg - flute, bass flute
Jay Ansill - steel-string guitar
Larry Steen - double bass
Aloke Dutta - tabla, tamboura

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