On a winter’s 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: O January O
 
 How I lived a childhood in snow
 And all my teens in tow
 Stuffed in strata of clothes
 
 Pale 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: O January O