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
[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
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