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I told you the winter would go, love, / I told you the winter would go. / That he'd flee in shame when the south wind came, / And you smiled when I told you so. / You said the blustering fellow / Would never yield to a breeze, / That his cold, icy breath had frozen to death / The flowers, and birds, and trees.
And I told you the snow would melt, love, / In the passionate glance o' the sun; / And the leaves o' the trees, and the flowers and bees, / Would come back again, one by one. / That the great, gray clouds would vanish / And the sky turn tender and blue / And the sweet birds would sing, and talk of the spring, / And, love, it has all come true.