The snows they melts the soonest when the wind begins to sing And the corn it ripens faster 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.
Ah, the snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing And 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 stormy main
For 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
So don't you bid me farewell here, no farewell I'll receive For you shall lie with me, my lass, then you kiss and take your leave But I'll wait here till the woodcock calls and the marten takes the wing For the snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
