Unquiet Grave

The wind does blow today, my love

A few small drops of rain

I never had but one true love

In a cold grave she lies slain

I'll do as much for my true love

As any young man may

I'll sit and mourn all at her grave

For twelve months and a day

Twelve months and a day being up

The dead began to speak

"Oh, who sits weeping on my grave

And will not let me sleep?"

"It's me, my love, sits on your grave

And will not let you sleep

I crave one kiss of your cold clay lips

And that is all I seek"

"You crave one kiss of my cold clay lips

My breath smells earthly strong

If you've one kiss of my cold clay lips

Your time will not be long"

Down in yonder garden green

Love, where we used to walk

The finest flower that e'er was seen

Is withered to a stalk

The stalk is withered dry, my love

So will our hearts decay

So make yourself content, my love

Till God calls you away