Oh the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing
And the corn it ripens fastest when the frosts are setting in,
And when a woman tells me that my face shell soon forget,
Before we part I want to croon, shes fain to follow yet.
Oh the snow it melts the soonest when the wind begins to sing,
And the swallow skims without a thought as long as it is Spring,
But when Spring goes and Winter grows, my loss and youll be fain,
For all your pride youll follow my across the stormy main.
Oh the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing,
The bee that flew when Summer shone, in Winter cannot sting,
Ive seen a womans anger melt between the night and morn
And its surely not a harder thing to tame a womans scorn.
Oh never say me farewell here, no farewell Ill receive,
For you shall take me to the stile, Ill kiss and take your leave,
But Ill stay here til the woodcock comes and the matler takes his wing
Since the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing.