The Unquiet Grave Lyrics

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 12 months and a day

The 12 months and the day bein′ 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
So make yourself content, my love
′Til death calls you away