The [Am]snows they melt the [Em]soonest when the [Am]wind [Em]begins to [Am]singAnd the [Em]corn it ripens fastest [Am]when the [D]frosts are settling inAnd [Am]when a woman [Em]tells me [Am]that my [D]face she'll [Em]soon forget [Dm]Be[Am]fore we part I'll wage a [Dm]crown she's [Am]fain to [Em]follow it [Am]yetThe [Am]snows they melt the [Em]soonest when the [Am]wind [Em]begins to [Am]singAnd the [Em]swallow flies without a [Am]thought as [D]long as it is springBut [Am]when spring goes and [Em]winter [Am]blows, my [D]love, then [Em]you'll be fain[Dm]For [Am]all your pride to follow [Dm]me a[Am]cross the [Em]raging [Am]mainThe [Am]snows they melt the [Em]soonest when the [Am]wind [Em]begins to [Am]singAnd the [Em]bee that flew when summer [Am]shone in [D]winter cannot stingAnd I've [Am]seen a woman's [Em]anger [Am]melt be[D]tween the [Em]night and morn [Dm]So it's [Am]surely not a harder [Dm]thing to [Am]melt a [Em]woman's [Am]scornSo [Am]bid me not fare[Em]well, you hear, [Am]nor fare[Em]well I'll re[Am]ceiveFor [Em]you will be with me, my [Am]love, then you’ll [D]kiss and take your leaveAnd I'll [Am]wait here till the [Em]moorcock [Am]calls and the [D]marten [Em]takes the wing[Dm]For the [Am]snows they melt the soonest [Dm]when the [Am]wind be[Em]gins to [Am]sing

Writer : DILLON, CARA/LAKEMAN, SAM
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing