The Unquiet Grave

Lyrics
"The wind doth blow today, my love And a few small drops of rain; I never had but one true love And in Greenwood he is lain "I'll do as much for my true love As any young girl may I'll sit and mourn all on his grave For twelve months and a day." The twelve months and a day being done The dead began to speak: "Oh, who sits weeping on my grave And will not let me sleep?" "'Tis I, your love sits on your grave And will not let you sleep For I crave one kiss of your clay-cold lips And that is all I seek." "Your breath is as the roses sweet Mine as the sulphur strong And if you get one kiss from my lips Your time will not be long." "'Tis down in yonder garden green Lovе, where we usеd to walk The finest flower that e'er was seen Is withered to a stalk." "The stalk is withered and dry, sweetheart And the flower will never return And since I lost my own true love What can I do but mourn?" "Mourn not for me, my own true love Mourn not for me I pray For I must leave you and all the world And go into my grave."
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