The Winter It Is Past Lyrics

The winter it is past

And the summers comes at last

And the small birds sing on every tree

The hearts of these are glad

While I am very sad

Since my true love is parted from me

The rose upon the brier

By the waters running clear

May have charms for the linnet or the bee

Their little loves are blessed

And their little hearts at rest

But my true love is parted from me

My love is like the sun

In the firmament does run

Forever constant and true

But hers is like the moon

That wanders up and down

And every month it is new

All you that are in love

And cannot it remove

I pity the pains that you endure

For experience makes me know

That your hearts are full of woe

A woe that no mortal can cure

The winter it is past

And the summers comes at last

And the small birds sing on every tree

The hearts of these are glad

While I am very sad

Since my true love is parted from me