The Unquiet Grave

The wind doth blow today, my love
A few small drops of rain
Never have I 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
A twelve month and a day

The twelve month and the 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
For 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 my gods have all my soul
But I'll kiss your lips of clay

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
Your time would not be long
Your time would not be long