Oh the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing And the corn it ripens fastest when the frosts are setting in And when a young man tells me that my face he'll soon forget Before we part, I'd better croon, he'd be fain to follow it yet
Oh the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing And the swallow skims without a thought as long as it is Spring But when Spring blows and Winter goes my lad and you'd be fain With all your pride for to follow me, were it 'cross the stormy main
Oh the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing And the bee that flew when Summer shone in Winter he won't sing And all the flowers in all the land so brightly there they be And the snow it melts the soonest when my true love's there for me
So never say me farewell here, no farewell I'll receive You can meet me at the stile, you kiss and take your leave And I'll wait it till the woodcock crows or the martin takes its leave Since the snow it melts the soonest, when the winds begin to singTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
