Traditional English Folk
The Snows They Melt the Soonest
[Verse 1]
The snows, they melt the soonest when the wind begins to sing
The corn, it ripens fastest when the frosts are settling in
And when a woman tells me that my face she'll soon forget
Before we part, I'll wage a crown, she's fain to follow it yet
[Verse 2]
The snows, they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing
The swallow flies without a thought as long as it is spring
But when spring goes and winter blows, my love, then you'll be fain
For all your pride to follow me across the raging main
[Verse 3]
The snows, they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing
And the bee that flew when summer shone in winter cannot sting
And I've seen a woman's anger melt between the night and the morn
So it's surely not a harder thing to melt a woman's scorn
[Verse 4]
So don't you bid me farewell here, no farewell I'll receive
For you will lie with me, my lass, then you kiss and take your leave
And I'll wait here till the moorcock calls and the martin takes the wing
For the snows, they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing