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A traditional song arranged, played on two guitars and sung by Rick.
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Rick recorded three solo albums: two for Blue Horizon Records under Mike Vernon, and the other, Fighting With Shadows, for Travelling Records. Rick died very su
Rick was a wonderful musician/guitarist and a kind and lovely man. He played both acoustic fingerstyle guitar and electric rock and blues styles, with many different bands and artistes, and also solo. Rick died on 6th November, 2012.
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic General
Charts
Peak #94
Peak in subgenre #25
Author
Traditional arr. Rick Hayward
Rights
Heather Enid Wells/Travelling Records
Uploaded
February 19, 2013
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 3:19
Story behind the song
A traditional song of parting.
Lyrics
The snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing The corn it ripens faster when the frosts are settling in And when a woman tells me that my face she'll soon forget Before we part I'll wager corn she's fain to follow it yet For the snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing And the swallow flies without a thought as long as it is spring And when spring blows and the winter goes, my love she shall be fain For all her pride to follow me across the stormy main The snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing And the bee that flew when summer shone in winter could not sting And I've seen a woman's anger melt between the night and morn For it's surely not a harder thing to melt a woman's scorn So don't you bid me farewell, no farewell I'll receive For you must lie with me, my love, then kiss and take your leave And I'll wait here till the woodcock calls and the martin takes the wing For the snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing
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