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