Maddy Prior - Bewcastle lyrics

The snow is a-lying up on Bewcastle Fells And the wind strips the skin from my face The bare bones of a tree give some shelter to me Our bit is a draughty old place Oh yes, it's a draughty old place The land's like a bog with rain upon rain Wet upon wet upon wet Nine months winter and three months bad weather And never a dry day yet No never a dry day yet There's always the beasts waiting for a feed And it's just the same with the men With the kids homе today and the hens are off lay And I'll nеver get all this work done No I'll never get all my work done The snow is a-lying up on Bewcastle Fells And the wind is chasing the sun The forestry shroud of lowering cloud Tells that there's more rain to come There's always some more rain to come But the snow drops are gone there'll be primroses soon And lambing time's well on its way Lord bless us and hear no silage this year Give us a hot month for making the hay Make it hot for the making the hay But the snow is a-lying up on Bewcastle Fells And the wind strips the skin from my face The bare bones of a tree give some shelter to me Our bit is a draughty old place Oh yes, it's a very old place