when the winds begin to sing
it ripens faster when the frosts are settling in
And when a wo man tells me that,
my face she'll soon forget
And she's fain to follow with
For the snows, they melt the solstice,
When the winds begin to sing,
And the swallow flies without
But when spring goes and win ter blows,
For all have tried to follow me across the stormy mead
The snows, they melt, the soul must,
When the winds have begun to sing.
And the bee that flew when summer
shone in winter cannot sting
And I've seen a woman's anger melt
between the nicked and morn
So it's surely not a harder thing
So don't you bid me farewell now,
No farewell I'll receive,
But you must lie with me,
So then kiss and take your leave,
And I'll wait here till the woodcock calls,
And the marten takes the wing,
For the stars, their mouths are so nice
When the winds begin to sing