Ben J W Anthony - The Winter It Is Past

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

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