The Unquiet Grave - Blackthorn
The Wind doth blow today my love
A few small drops the rain
Never have I but the one true love
In cold clay she is lain
I'll do as much for my true love
As any young man may
I'll sit and mourn all on her grave
A twelve month and a day
The twelve month and a day been gone
"Who is it sits all on my grave
And will not let me sleep"
Site on your grave
For I crave one kiss from your sweet lips
And that is all I seek
"You crave one kiss from my clay cold lips
But my breath is earthy strong
If you Had one kiss from my clay cold lips
You're time would not be long"
Down in yonder garden green
Love where we used to walk
The sweetest flower that ever grew
Is withered to the stalk
The stalk is withered dry sweetheart
So will our hearts decay
So make yourself content my love
'Till death calls you away
