The Unquiet Grave

Cold blows the wind upon my true love,
Soft falls the gentle rain.
I never had but one true love,
And in greenwood he lies slain.
I'll lose much for my true love
As any young girl may.
I'll sit and I'll mourn all on your grave
For twelve months and a day.
When the twelth month and a day had passed,
The ghost began to speak,
"Who is it that sits all on my grave
And will not let me sleep?"
'Tis I, 'tis I, thine own true love
That sits all on your grave
I ask of one kiss from your sweet lips
And that is all I crave.
My lips they are as clay my love;
My breath is earthly strong.
And if you should kiss my clay cold lips,
Your time 'twould not be long.
Look down in the yonder garden fell
My love where we used to walk
The fairest flower that ever bloomed
Has withered unto the stalk
The stalk it has withered and dried my love
So will our hearts decay
So make yourself content my love
Til death calls you away