E|---------0-------------|-----------------------------------------|
B|-----3-----3-----3-----|-0-1---1---------------------------------|
G|---2---2-------2---(2)-|---------2-----2-0-----------------------|
D|-0---------------------|-----2-------2-----------2h3-0-----0h2---|
A|-------------3---------|---0-----------------3h5---------3-----3-|
E|-----------------------|-----------3-------1-----------3---------|

*Only hit this note when you’re going to play this riff again. When
you go into the next part, skip it and go right to the open B string.

You’ll play the beginning riff again before you play this section.
E|--------------------------------------------------------|
B|-0-1---3-1------------------------0-1---3-1---------0-1-|
G|-----2-0---4p0----------0-----0-2-----2-0---4p0-0h2---0-|
D|-------0---2---s5-4---0---2-3-----------0---2---0-----2-|
A|---0---x-------s5-------------------0---x-------------3-|
E|-------3------------3---------0-1-3-----3---------------|

E|---------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------|
G|-3-2-----0-2-5-3-2p0-2-----------|
D|---0-0h3---3---5-----3p0-0h2p0---|
A|-------------------------------3-|
E|---------------------------------|

The snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing
And the corn it ripens faster when the frosts are settlin' in
And when a woman tells me that my face she'll soon forget
Before we part I'll wage a 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
But when spring goes and winter blows my love she’ll 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 cannot sting
And I've seen a woman's anger melt between the night and morn
So it's surely not a harder thing to melt a woman's scorn

So don’t you bid me farewell now no farewell I'll receive
But you must lie with me my lass 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