The Unquiet Grave

SONG NAME: The Unquiet Grave (3:24)

Contact Jack Hinshelwood
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(540) 239-2110

Songwriters, Publishing & PRO
Public Domain

ISRC Code: QZUEG2200016

Release Date: 2/1/2022

Lyrics:
Cold blows the wind on my true love
Cold blows the drops of rain
I never never had but one true love
In greenwood 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 twelvemonth and a day

When twelve months and a day had passed
The dead began to speak
Who is it that sits upon my grave
And will not let me sleep?

‘Tis I, ’tis I, thine own true love
That sits upon your grave
I ask one kiss from your sweet lips
And that is all that I crave

My lips, they are as clay, my love
My breath is earthy strong
If you should kiss my clay-cold lips
Your time, 'twould not be long"

See down in yonder garden green
Love 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
So make yourself content, my love
Till death calls you away