Another version:

THE SNOWS

The snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing
And the corn it ripens faster when the frosts are settling in,
And when a woman tells me that my face she'll soon forget,
Before we part I'll wage a croon (wager a crown), she's fain to follow 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 will be fain,
For all her pride to follow me across the stormy main.

For 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.

Oh don't you bid me farewell now no farewell I'll receive,
For you must lie with me my lass then kiss and take your leave,
And I'll wait here 'til the woodcock calls and the martin takes the wing
For the snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing.

From the album Solomon's Seal by The Pentangle.
Traditional is implied but not explicitly stated.

Cheers,
Alan^^