Lyrics:

Bewcastle
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 home today and the hens are off lay
And I'll never 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