Paroles
1. The winter it is past, and the summer's come at last,
And the sma' birds they sing in ev'ry tree.
Their little hearts are glad, ah, but I am very sad,
Ror my true love is parted from me.
2. The rose upon the brier and the waters running clear,
They have charms for the linnet and the bee.
Their little loves are blessed and their little hearts at rest,
But my true love is parted from me.
3. My love is like the sun that in the sky does run,
And is ever constant and true.
But hers is like the moon in that it wanders up and doon,
Aye, and ev'ry month it is new.
4. All you who are in love and cannot it renew,
How I pity the pain that you endure;
For experience makes me know that your hearts are full of woe,
'tis a load that no mortal can endure.
5. The winter it is past, and the summer's come at last,
And the sma' birds they sing in ev'ry tree.
Their little hearts are glad, ah, but I am very sad,
For my true love is parted from me.
