The Unquiet Grave

The wind doth blow Today my love

A few small drops of rain

Never have I had But one true love

In cold clay she is laid

I'll do as much For my true love

As any young man may

I'll sit and mourn All on her grave

At twelve months and a day

The twelve months and the day being gone

A voice spoke from the deep

Who is it sits all on my grave

And will not let me sleep

'Tis I, 'tis I, thine own true love

Who sits upon 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,

Had you one kiss

From my clay cold lips

Your time would not be long

My time be long,

My time be short, tomorrow or today

May God in heaven, have all my soul

But I'll kiss your lips of clay

See 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 my love

So will our hearts decay

Oh make yourself, content my love

Till death calls you away