The winter it is past [C] - Robbie Burns [intro] [C] [F] [G] Oh, [C] the winter it is past, and the [F] summer’s come at [G] last, And the birds they are [C] singing [F] in the [G] trees And the[G] hearts of these are [C] glad, but [F] mine is very [G] sad, For my [C] lover has [F] parted from [G] me. And the [C] rose upon the brier by the [F] waters running [G] clear May have charms for the [C] linnet [F] or the [G] bee And their little loves are [C] blest, and their little [F] hearts at [G] rest, But my [C] lover is [F] parted from [G] me And my [C] love in like the sun in the [F] firmament doeth [G] run Forever is [C] constant and [G] true; But his is like the [C] moon, that [F] wanders up and [G] down, And [C] every [F] month it is [G] new. All [C] you that are in love, and [F] cannot it [G] remove, I pity the [C] pains [F] you [G] endure, For experience makes me [C] know that your [F] hearts are full of [G] woe, A [C] woe that no [F] mortal can [G] cure. Slowing down A [C] woe that no [F] mortal can [C] cure.