Unquiet Grave

The wind doth blow today, my love
And a 4 few small drops of 1 rain
I never had but one true-love
In cold grave 5 she was 1 lain

I'll do as much for my true-love
As any young man ever may
I'll sit and mourn all at her grave
For a twelvemonth and a day

The twelvemonth and a day being up
The dead began to speak
Oh who sits weeping on my grave
And will not let me sleep

Tis I, my love, sits on your grave
And will not let you sleep
For I crave one kiss of your clay-cold lips
And that is all I seek

You crave one kiss of my clay-cold lips
But my breath smells earthy strong
If you have one kiss of my clay-cold lips
Your time will not be long

Tis down in yonder garden green
Love, where we used to walk
The finest flower that ere was seen
Is withered to a stalk

The stalk is withered dry, my love
So will our hearts decay
So make yourself content, my love
Till God calls you away