Oh the winter it is past and the summer’s come at last
And the small birds they sing on every tree
Their little hearts are glad but mine is very sad
Since my true love is absent from me
Their little hearts are glad but mine is very sad,
Since my lover is parted from me

The rose upon the brier by the water running clear
Brings joy to the linnet and the bee
Their little hearts are blessed but mine is not at rest
Since my true love is absent from me
Their little hearts are blessed but mine is not at rest
Since my lover is parted from me

My love is like the sun, in the firmament does run
Forever constant and true
But his is like the moon that wanders up and down
And every month it is new
But his is like the moon that wanders up and down
And every month it is new

A livery I’ll wear and I’ll comb down my hair
And in velvet so green I’ll appear
And it’s straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it’s there I’ll find tidings of my dear
And it’s straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it’s there I’ll find tidings of my dear

All you who are in love and cannot it remove
I pity the pain that you endure
For experience lets me know that you hearts are full of woe
And a woe that no mortal can cure
For experience lets me know that you hearts are full of woe
And a woe that no mortal can endure

Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche
himself, loved a variant of this song. Diana Mukpo, in her book 'My Life With Chogyam Trungpa' , writes that " he owned a treasured recording of the Scottish vocalist Jean Redpath singing this melancholy ballad...". The version below is the one quoted in her book. I've chosen to combine elements of this version with the 'Currage of Kildare' above.
There is now a website dedicated to Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche in his most recent obvious incarnation
Chokyi Senge, Trungpa XII Rinpoche

THE WINTER IT IS PAST

The winter it is past and the summer's come at last
And the small birds sing on every tree
Their little hearts are glad but mine is very sad
For my lover is parted from me

Oh the rose among the brier by the water running clear
Has charms for the linnet and the bee
Their little hearts are blessed but mine can know no rest
For my lover is parted from me

My love is like the sun, in the firmament does run
Forever constant and true
But his is like the moon that wanders up and down
And every month it is new

All you who are in love and cannot it remove
I pity the pain that you endure
For experience let's me know that you hearts are full of woe
And a woe that no mortal can cure