Lebanese Tune / Unquiet Grave

(These are approximate lyrics)

“Cold blows the wind to my true love,
And gentle drops the rain,
I never had but one true love
And in Greenwood she is lain.


“I'll do as much for my true love
As any young man may,
I'll sit and weep all on her grave
For a twelve month and a day.”


When the twelve month and one day was o'er,
Her ghost begun for to speak,
“Why sit you here all on my grave
And will not let me sleep?”


“There's one thing more I want, sweetheart,
And one thing more I crave,
And that's a kiss from your lily-white lips
And then I'll go from your grave.”


“My lips are cold as clay, sweetheart,
My breath smells heavy and strong,
And if you kiss my lily-white lips,
Your time would not be long.”