The unquiet grave

Cold blows the wind to my true love,

And a few drops the rain,

I never had but one true love,

And in greenwood he lies slain,

And in greenwood he lies slain.

I'll do as much for my true love

As any young girl may;

I'll sit and weep down by his grave

Your days they would not be long.

When twelve month were come and gone,

This young man he arose

"What makes you weep down by my grave,

I can't take my repose?"

"One kiss, one kiss of your white lips

One kiss is all I crave

One kiss of your lips

And return back to your grave

And return back to your grave".

"My lips they are as cold as clay,

My breath is earthly and strong

And if you were to kiss my lilywhite lips,

Your days would not be long.

Your days would not be long."

"My time be long, my time be short,

Tomorrow or today,

Sweet Christ in Heaven have all my soul

And take my life away

And take my life away, away."