The Unquiet Grave

Cold blows the wind tonight, sweetheart
And soft fall the drops of rain
I never had but one sweetheart
In cold clay she is lain
I'll do as much for my true love
And any a true love may
I'll sit and mourn at her graveside
For a twelvemonth and a day

When twelve months and a day had passed
The ghost began to speak
"Whose salten tears come tricklin' down
And wet my winding sheet?"
"It's only I, your own true love;
There's just one thing I crave,
That's one kiss from your sweet lips,
Then I'll go from your grave"

"Your breath is sweet as roses, love,
My breath is earthy strong
If you get one kiss from my clay cold lips
Your time will not be long
Go and fetch me water from the desert
Blood from out of a stone
Go and bring me milk from a maiden's breast
That babies never had none."

"All down in yonder garden, love
Where you and I did walk
The fairest flower that ever grew
Is withered to a stalk."
"The stalk is withered and dry, sweetheart
The flower no more we'll see
Go make yourself content, my love
Lament no more for me."