The Snows They Melt the Soonest

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