The Unquiet Grave Lyrics

Cold blows the wind o'er my true love;
cold fall the drops of rain.
I never had but one true love,
and in Camville he was slain.
I'll do as much for my true love
as any young girl may:
I'll sit and weep down by his grave
for twelve months and one day.

But when twelve months were gone and past
this young man he arose.
"Why do you weep down by my grave?
I cannot take repose."
"One kiss, one kiss of your lily-white lips:
one kiss is all I crave,
one kiss, one kiss of your lily-white lips,
then return back to your grave."

"My lips, they are as cold as clay;
my breath is heavy and strong.
If thou wast to kiss my lily-white lips,
thy days would not be long."
"O, don't you remember the garden grove
where we were wont to walk?
Go pluck the fairest flower of all;
'twill wither to a stalk."

"Go fetch me a nut from a dungeon deep,
or water from a stone,
or white milk out of a maiden's breast
that babe bare never none.
Go dig me a grave both long and deep,
as fast as e'er ye may:
I'll lie down in it and take one sleep
for twelve months and one day."