The Unquiet Grave
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Cold blows the winter night, my love
And gently falls the rain
I never had but one sweetheart
In Greenwood he is lain
Well I do as much for my sweetheart
As any young girl may
I sit and mourn all on his grave
For twelve months and a day
When twelve months and a day had passed
The ghost began to speak
"Oh, who is sitting all on my grave
And will not let me sleep?"
"Well, it's I that's sitting all on your grave
And will not let you sleep
I crave one kiss from your clay-cold lips
And then I'll go from your grave"
"Well, my lips are as cold as clay, sweetheart
My breath is heavy and strong
If you were to kiss my clay-cold lips
Your time would not be long"
"Well, it's down in yonder garden green
Love, where we used to walk
The fairest flower that ever was seen
Is withered to a stalk"
"Well, the stalk is withered dry, my love
So will our hearts decay
So make yourself content, my love
Till God calls you away"