The Unquiet Grave...

...a hauntingly beautiful song.

The Unquiet Grave

Cold blows the wind to my true love and gently drops the rain;
I only had but one true love and in Greenwood she lies slain.
I'll do as much for my true love as any young girl may:
I'll sit and mourn upon her grave for a twelvemonth and a day.

When the twelve months and one day had passed her ghost began to speak,
"Why sittest thou here on my grave and will not let me sleep?"
"There is one thing that I want sweetheart, there is 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 smells earthy strong;
"And if you kiss my cold clay lips, your days they won't be long.
"Go fetch me water from the desert and blood from out of stone;
"Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast that a young man never has known."

"'Twas down in Cupid's garden where you and I would walk,
"The finest flower that ever I saw is withered to a stalk.
"The stalk is withered and dry sweetheart, the flower will never return;
"And since I lost my one true love, what can I do but mourn."

"When shall we meet again, sweetheart, when shall me meet again?
"When the old dead leaves that fall from the trees are green and spring up again.
"When shall we meet again, sweetheart, when shall me meet again?
"When the old dead leaves that fall from the trees are green and spring up again."

Another song, for good measure: Jealous Of The Angels