The Snows(Tabs)

	        
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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
	        

Written by Terry Cox/Bert Jansch/Jacqui McShee/John Renbourn/Danny Thompson