The Unquiet Grave - Jean Ritchie
Composed by：Traditional
The wind doth blow today my love
With a few small drops of rain
I never had but one true love
And she in cold grave has lain
I'll do as much for my true-love
As any young man may
I'll sit and mourn all at her grave
For a twelve months and a day
The twelve months and a day being up
The dead began to speak
Oh who is there sits on my grave
And will not let me sleep
It is I my love sits on your grave
And will not let you sleep
I crave one kiss of your cold sweet lip
And that is all I seek
'You crave one kiss from my clay-coldlip
My breath smells earthy strong
If you had one kiss of my cold-clay lips
Your time would not be long
Oh down in yonder garden green
Love where we used to walk
The finest flower that ever bloomed
Is withered to a stalk
The stalk is withered dry my love
So must our hearts decay
So make yourself content my love
Till God calls you away
