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The Snows That Melt The Soonest

from Perfectly Manufactured Reality by MAC

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    Contemporary Celtic-Americana folk trio MAC’s (McKasson / Alexander / Cotter) is an exploration of what it means to be one branch of a centuries-old and always-evolving tradition while also being inescapably guided by influences from a number of musical languages. The band's 2018 record, “Perfectly Manufactured Reality,” is a gutsy Celtic-Americana album that depicts this creative journey from its infancy through a detonative consummation.

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Earliest attribution of lyrics is to Thomas Doubleday, 1821
Melody based off a traditional British song, “My Love Is Newly Listed”
Arrangement by MAC

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The snows, they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing
The corn, it ripens fastest when the frost is settling in
And when a women tells me my face, she’ll soon forget
Before we part, I’ll wage a crown she’s fein to follow yet

The snows, they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing
The swallow flies without a thought, as long as it is spring
But when spring goes and winter blows, my lass and you’ll be fein
For all your pride to follow me across the raging main

So say me no farewell here; no farewell I’ll receive
So you shall set me to the stile, then kiss and takde your leave
And I’ll stay here til the moorcock calls and the martlet takes his wing
For the snow aye melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing

So say me no farewell
No farewell
I’ll stay

The snows, they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing
The bee that flew when summer shone, in winter cannot sting
And I’ll stay here til the moorcock calls and the martlet takes his wing
For the snows, they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing

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from Perfectly Manufactured Reality, released October 6, 2018

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