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 settlin 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, he's 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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The swallows fly without a thought as long as it is spring
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But when spring blows and winter goes my love then you'll be free
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For all your pride to follow me across the ragin main
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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 can not sting
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I've seen the young man's anger melt between the night and the morn
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So it's surely not a harder thing to melt a young man's scorn
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So don't you bid me farewell here, no farewell I receive,
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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 wind begins to sing.
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The Snows They Melt The Soonest
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| Cara Dillon |
