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The snows, they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing
The corn, it ripens fastest as the frosts are settling in
And when a young man tells me that my face he'll soon forget
Before we part, I'll wage a bet he'll be fain to follow it yet
The snows, they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing
The swallow flies without a thought as long as it is spring
When springtime goes and winter blows, my lad, and you'll be fain
With all your pride to follow me across the stormy main
The snows, they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing
The bee that flew in summertime, in winter it will not sting
Seen a woman's anger melt between the night and morn
It's surely not a harder thing to melt a woman's scorn
So never bid me farewell, for no farewell I'll receive
You will lie with me, my love, and kiss and take your leave
I'll wait here 'til the woodcock calls, and the marten takes its wing
For the snows, they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- A Christmas Celtic Sojourn (Live)
- Ships in the Forest
- The Rough Guide to Irish Folk
- Transatlantic Sessions 4, Volume Three
- Rough Guide To Irish Folk
- Distant Shore
- Songlines
- Emerald Aether: Shape Shifting
- The Winds Begin to Sing
- Lullaby: A Collection
- Seal Maiden: A Celtic Musical
- Holding Up Half the Sky: Voices of Celtic Women
- Tønder Festival 2007
- 20 Great Kid Songs
- 1997 Shanachie Irish/Celtic Sampler
- Tønder Festival 2003
- Thousands Are Sailing
- The Rough Guide to Celtic Women
- Chasing the Sun