The unquiet grave
Language: English 
Cold blows the wind to my true love,
And a few drops the rain,
I never had but one true love,
And in greenwood he lies slain,
And in greenwood he lies slain.
 
I'll do as much for my true love
As any young girl may;
I'll sit and weep down by his grave
Your days they would not be long.
Your days they would not be long.
 
When twelve month were come and gone,
This young man he arose
"What makes you weep down by my grave,
I can't take my repose?"
I can't take my repose?"
 
"One kiss, one kiss of your white lips
One kiss is all I crave
One kiss of your lips
And return back to your grave
And return back to your grave".
 
"My lips they are as cold as clay,
My breath is earthly and strong
And if you were to kiss my lilywhite lips,
Your days would not be long.
Your days would not be long."
 
"My time be long, my time be short,
Tomorrow or today,
Sweet Christ in Heaven have all my soul
And take my life away
And take my life away, away."

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Researcher for this text: Lidy van Noordenburg

This text was added to the website: 2010-01-31
Line count: 30
Word count: 194