The Winter It Is Past

For the winter it is passed

And the summer’s come at last

And the small birds sing on ev'ry green tree

Their little hearts are glad

But mine is ever sad

Since my true love is parted from me

For the rose among the brier

By the water’s running clear

Brings joy to the linnet and the bee

Their little hearts are blessed

But mine can know no rest

Since my true love is far away from me

My love is like the sun

In the firmament does run

Forever constant and true

But his is like the moon

That wanders up and down

And ev'ry month it is new

All you who are in love

And cannot it remove

I pity the pain that you endure

For experience lets me know

That your hearts are full of woe

And a woe that no mortal can cure

• Artist:Archie Fisher
• Album:Windward Away