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I met my love in the days of the spring
Summer he gave me a gold wedding ring
Autumn he built me a house made of stone
Winter he left me to live there alone
I'll bank the fires from the dark bogs of peat
Love's full of waiting and love's bitter-sweet
Spring will be coming and brooks they will sing
I'll still be wearing my gold wedding ring
