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[[Media:snow.mp3]] by Jude and Daisy. Used with permission.
 
<song>
The snows they melt the soonest
When the winds begins to sing
And the corn it ripend 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 yet
 
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 raging main
 
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 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 will lie with me, my lass
Then kiss and take your leave
And I'll wait here till the moorcrock calls
And the martin takes the wing
For the snow they melt the soonest
When the winds begin to sing
</song>
 
[[Category:Wintermark Music]]
[[Category:Wintermark]]
[[Category:Music]]

Latest revision as of 10:17, 24 July 2012

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Media:snow.mp3 by Jude and Daisy. Used with permission.

The snows they melt the soonest When the winds begins to sing And the corn it ripend 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 yet

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 raging main

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 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 will lie with me, my lass Then kiss and take your leave And I'll wait here till the moorcrock calls And the martin takes the wing For the snow they melt the soonest When the winds begin to sing