Cold blows the wind over my true love
Soft fall the drops of rain
I never had but one true love
In Greenwood he lies slain
I'll do as much for my true love
As any young girl may
I'll sit and mourn all on his grave
For a twelvemonth and a day
Twelvemonth and a day bein' up
The dead began to speak
"Who sits, oh, weeping on my grave
And will not let me sleep?"
'Tis I, my love, sits on your grave
And will not let you sleep
I crave one kiss of your clay-cold lips
And that is all I seek
"You crave one kiss of my clay-cold lips
My breath smells earthy strong
And if you have one kiss of me
Your time will not be long"
It was down in yonder garden green
Love, where we used to walk
The fairest flower that e'er I spied
Has withered to a stalk
"The stalk has withered dry, my dear
So shall our love decay
So make yourself content, my love
'Til death calls you away"
