There is something like hope in the hedgerow
On a frozen winter's morn
Pearls of pink that wait to bloom
In the year that's newly born
The river is rushing wildly
Mud and ice mingle under my feet
In the clouds white and dense a promise of
A heavy fall of sleet
And nature continues its singing
The birds upon the air
The squirrel finding its cache of nuts
And people everywhere 
Wrapped up in their winter garments - 
For they say the snow will start
There is something like hope in the hedgerow
There is something like hope in my heart