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: Oh, January, oh

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 you 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: Oh, Janu—
Oh, January, oh