The Unquiet Grave Lyrics

Cold blows the wind over my true love

And gently falls the rain

I've only had but one true love

And in Flanders he lies slain

I'll do as much for my true love

As any young girl may

I'll sit and mourn all on his grave

For twelve months and a day

When twelve months and a day was passed

The corpse began to speak

Why sittest thou upon my grave

And will not let me sleep?

There's one thing that I want sweetheart

There's one thing that I crave

And that is a kiss from your lily white lips

Then I'll go from your grave

My lips they are as cold as clay

My breath is earthy strong

And if you were to kiss these lily white lips

Your days would not be long

Go fetch me water from the desert,

And blood from out a stone

Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast

That a young man never has known

Cold blows the wind over my true love

And gently falls the rain

I've only had but one true love

And in Flanders he lies slain

When will we meet again, sweetheart

When will we meet again

When the oaken leaves falling from the trees

Are green and spring up again