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
Ill do as much for my true love as any young man may
Ill sit and mourn along her grave for a twelve-month and a day
When the twelve months and one day was past the ghost began to speak:
'Why sit thoust here along my grave and will not let me sleep?'
'Theres one thing that I want sweetheart, theres one thing that I crave
And that is a kiss from your lily white lips then Ill 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 wont be long
Go fetch me water from the desert and blood from out of stone
Go fetch me milk from a fair maids breast that a young man never had known'
Twas down in Cupids 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 neer return
And since I lost my one true love what can I do but mourn?
'When shall we meet again sweetheart? When shall we meet again?'
'Ere the oaken leaves that fall from the trees are green and spring up again'