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
 So make yourself
 content my love
 Till death calls you away