The Unquiet Grave

1. Cold blows the wind to my true love

and gently drops the rain

I've never had but one true love

and in greenwood he lies slain.

2. 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 month and a day.

3. And when twelve month and a day was passed

the ghost did rise and speak.

why sittest thou all on my grave

and will not let me sleep?

4. Go fetch me water from desert

and blood from out the stone

go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast

that young man never has known.

5. My breast it is as cold as clay

my breath is earthly strong

and if you kiss my cold clay lips

your days they won't be long.

6. When will we meet again sweetheart

when will we meet again?

when the autumn leaves that fall from the trees

are green and spring up again.