Robert Burns The Winter It Is Past ( Billy Ross)

Lyrics The winter it is past, and the summer comes at last And the small birds, they sing on ev ry tree; Now ev ry thing is glad, while I am very sad, Since my true love is parted from me. The rose upon the breer, by the waters running clear, May have charms for the linnet or the bee; Their little loves are blest, and their little hearts at rest, But my true love is parted from me. Facebook page : , Robert, Burns, RobertBurns, Poet, Poetry