The Unquiet Grave

“Cold blows the wind tonight, true love
Cold are the drops of rain
I only had but one true love
And in Greenwood he lies slain

“I'll do as much for my true love
As any young girl may
I'll sit and mourn all by his grave
For a twelve-month and a day”

Now the twelve-month and a day being gone
The ghost began to greet:
“Your salten tears they trickle down
They wet my winding sheet”

“It's I, my love, sits by your grave
And will not let you sleep
For I crave one kiss from your clay-cold lips
And that is all I seek”

“But lily, lily are my lips
My breath comes earthy strong
If you have one kiss from my clay-cold lips
Your time will not be long”

“'Twas down in yonder garden green
Love, where we used to walk
And the fairest flower that e'er was seen
Has withered to the stalk”

“The stalk is withered dry, true love
So must our hearts decay
Then rest yourself content, my dear
Till God calls you away
Till God calls you away”