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An old song from the north of England, with added Luna magic.
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Lyrics
words and tune traditional
orchestration by Daniel Staniforth
The snows they melt the soonest
When the wind begins to sing
And the corn does ripen fastest
When frost is settling in
And when a lover tells to me
My face he'll soon forget
Before we part I'll wage a crown
He's fain to follow it yet
The snows they melt the soonest
When the wind begins to sing
And the swallow flies without a thought
As long as it is spring
And when spring goes and winter blows
My love he will be fain
For all his pride to follow me
Across the raging main
The snows they melt the soonest
When the wind begins to sing
And the bee that flew when summer shone
In winter has no sting
And I see my lover's anger melt
Between the night and the morn
So it's surely not a harder thing
To melt a lover's scorn
So don't you bid me farewell love
No farewell I'll receive
For you will lie with me my love
Then kiss and take your leave
And I'll wait here till the moorcock calls
And the martin takes the wing
For the snows they melt the soonest
When the winds begin to sing
orchestration by Daniel Staniforth
The snows they melt the soonest
When the wind begins to sing
And the corn does ripen fastest
When frost is settling in
And when a lover tells to me
My face he'll soon forget
Before we part I'll wage a crown
He's fain to follow it yet
The snows they melt the soonest
When the wind begins to sing
And the swallow flies without a thought
As long as it is spring
And when spring goes and winter blows
My love he will be fain
For all his pride to follow me
Across the raging main
The snows they melt the soonest
When the wind begins to sing
And the bee that flew when summer shone
In winter has no sting
And I see my lover's anger melt
Between the night and the morn
So it's surely not a harder thing
To melt a lover's scorn
So don't you bid me farewell love
No farewell I'll receive
For you will lie with me my love
Then kiss and take your leave
And I'll wait here till the moorcock calls
And the martin takes the wing
For the snows they melt the soonest
When the winds begin to sing
Dj French Toast
Brings me to another realm of existence ...I just read the Book Mythalago ..if you havent read it I think youd dig it ! This is a very pretty song rebs .....Love the production and subtle drum ....Nice Colab :) I think you guys got a good thing rockin !