I was winters child
Born into the cold
On a January day
That's what I was told

I was a butchers daughter
Skin white like snow
Blue eyes like the sky
Before the wind does blow

Me mother sang to me
Songs about the sun
I longed to be outside
Where I could go and run

I was winters child
Spring was catching hold
Things were changing fast
So much I was not told

I was wild like the wheat
Growing in the fields
Directions changing fast
To fast for me to yield

Me mother said to me
Girl you must slow down
Stay away from the deep
Your young, your surely drown

Summers flowers bloom
The smells are all around
The petals start to fall
Softly towards the ground

Me mothers gone away
To heaven on her own
I am not so young
My children fully grown

Fall is blowing in
And I am winters child
I lay my burdens down
On the hill with a smile