| The snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing.
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| The corn it ripens fastest when the frosts are settling in.
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| And when the young man tells me that my face he’ll soon forget.
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| Before we part I’ll wage a crown, his fain to follow yet.
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| And the snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing.
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| And the swallows fly without a thought as long as it is spring.
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| But when spring goes and winter blows my love then you’ll be free.
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| For all your pride, to follow me we it cross the raging sea.
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| And the snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing.
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| And the bee that flew when summer shone in winter cannot sting.
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| I’ve seen the young man’s anger melt between the night and morn.
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| So surely not a harder thing to melt, a young man’s scorn.
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| So don’t you bet me farewell here, no farewell do I see.
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| For you will lie with me my love and kiss then take your leave.
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| And I’ll wait here 'til the moorcock calls and the Martin takes the wind.
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| For the snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing. |