Solomon's Seal

The Snows - Pentangle The snows they melt the soonest when the wind begins to sing And the corn it ripens faster when the frosts are settlin' in And when a woman tells me that my face she'll soon forget Before we part I'll wage a corn she's fain to f

The king has been a prisoner, And a prisoner long in Spain, And Willie of the Winsbury Has lain long with his daughter at home. "What ails you, what ails you, my daughter Janet, Why you look so pale and wan? Oh, have you had any sore sickness Or yet