Unquiet Grave Lyrics

The wind doth blow today my love
A few small drops of rain
Never had but one true love
In cold clay she is lain

I’ll do as much for my true love
As any young man may
I’ll sit and mourn all on her grave
Twelve months and a day

Twelve months and a 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
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 take my soul
But I’ll kiss your lips of clay

Down in yonder garden green
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
Make yourself content, my love
´Til death calls me away.

(Dank an Peter Sanderone für den Text)