The Unquiet Grave

(Album: Green Willow - 2023)

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